My post today is a poem in the Butterfly Pattern. It’s an easy little verse that’s fun to write and share. It’s a one-sentence flitting thought with syllable count of 8-8-4-4-8-8 in rhyme a-a-b-b-c-c. It is often iambic meter.
Old Man Winter
When Old Man Winter came to town,
he brought the snow and plopped it down,
and dropped ice, too
from fingers blue
and when at last he goes away,
we’ll welcome then a cool spring day.
© 2015 Freeda Baker Nichols
Is anyone ready for spring? I think I am, but I would like one more lovely snow, without ice, please.
Freeda Baker Nichols 
I liked the Butterfly pattern. Lovely poem. Maybe I’ll try writing one.
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You’ll like writing these.
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want a snow before Spring slides in…I’ve missed not having any this year…( I thought if I said that …it might come soon)…lol!
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Spring snows sometimes happen here.
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That’s very sweet, Freeda. I agree. The kids are really enjoying gong sledding right now.
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Snow is always fun for the kids. And I enjoy it, too, now and then.
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Short but to the point 🙂
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It’s name “Butterfly” fits it, doesn’t?
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Sweet little poem. I’m thinking about spring, too.
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Thanks, Dorothy.
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Sweet little poem. I’m thinking about spring too!
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Thank you! Actually, our winter’s not bad, yet. But it can be, even yet.
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