Marcescence
The oak outside my window
Holds its autumn leaves red
It lingers in snow
Defiant of winter
My neighbors think it’s dead
I wrote this in the form of a seguidilla gitana (Gypsy seguidilla)—a Spanish quintain form of poetry wherein all lines have 6 syllables except for the third line, and the second and last lines assonate. I doubt anyone reads my shit, but this poem is an allegory.
