Like a Chameleon
A summer haze
the temperature high
the air is hot as campfire blaze
the leaves that once were tender, crinkle dry–
we wait for rain
The churning clouds turn gray
no rain appears though clouds remain
then people at the churches start to pray
a rain falls clear and clean
the leaves change back to green.
© 2015 Freeda Baker Nichols
This form is an Ercil: 10 iambic lines with syllable count of 4-6-8-10-4-6-8-10-6-6
Rhyme: a-b-a-b-c-d-c-d-e-e
Poet or not, would you care to write an Ercil form of poem? I found the pattern through Poets’ Roundtable of Arkansas.
The Ercil is an invented form introduced by James Gray, created in honor of Arkansas poet, Ercil Brown.
Freeda Baker Nichols 
Thanks for introducing me to the Ercil and I like yours. 🙂
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That’s good! Hope you like writing to this pattern.
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Lovely poem. I could stand there and take in that view all day long. So beautiful.
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Thanks. This is in our pasture. Grown over with the flowers and weeds since our grandson trained his colt in the round pen.
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I do like all of the pictures you share with the poems.
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Thanks, Ginger. I love taking pictures. My pics are always new and they seem to fit with the poems which are often older ones.
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Very nice, Freeda. I’ll try it sometime
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Oh, I hope you will try it. It’s fun to write.
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