The wind blows hauntingly as it howls across the fields, laying deep winter snow as far as the eye can see. The barn stands rustic and rigid with vertical planks, both old and cold as animals hide from the chilled draft. Falling fences sprawling through the drifts waiting for spring, not a track laid down to break the purity of the cover. Small bush blown bare standing naked until leaves return, covering branches giving them privacy again. Roofs laid heavy creaking with pain from the winter’s weight, as the aged oak beams stand alone in their frigid task. Deaf silence surrounding this picturesque country scene, until spring blooms removing its encapsulation allowing a green picture to be painted once more.
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Thirteener Sonnet
This variation was invented by John Hollander. It has 13 lines, each possessing 13 syllables. It is a syllabic form, and has no rhyme or metrical scheme.
this is absolutely beautiful poem and pic! This is what I really like to see more of..