I wrote a free verse poem on this yesterday morning then got the wild idea to turn it into a terza rima last night. My head hurts. Fingers crossed I did it, even if the rhyming is pushing it a bit.
As blue turns into white upon the sky,
A cup of coffee starts my quiet day.
When suddenly the birds begin to fly,
Their chirps and calls a message to beware
Of storms oncoming, sweeping them up high.
A flash of crimson cardinals is there,
Still stopping for a bite to eat outside,
As I keep sipping coffee without care.
The wind increases; birds take a free ride
From tree to tree, or darting to the ground,
As I sit safely on screened porch inside.
But on this porch I cannot long stay bound;
So much to do before the dark of night,
For in a mess my peace is never found.
The birds and I are doing what is right,
To ready for this storm in fading light.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-06-19 at 15:01
Tags Terzarima Nature
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The Gathering Dark
In gentle breeze, the summer branches sway,As blue turns into white upon the sky,
A cup of coffee starts my quiet day.
When suddenly the birds begin to fly,
Their chirps and calls a message to beware
Of storms oncoming, sweeping them up high.
A flash of crimson cardinals is there,
Still stopping for a bite to eat outside,
As I keep sipping coffee without care.
The wind increases; birds take a free ride
From tree to tree, or darting to the ground,
As I sit safely on screened porch inside.
But on this porch I cannot long stay bound;
So much to do before the dark of night,
For in a mess my peace is never found.
The birds and I are doing what is right,
To ready for this storm in fading light.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
Read 5 times
Written on 2026-06-19 at 15:01
Tags Terzarima Nature
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