Lord when will you change your artist’s palette
Gone with gray…e’en turn the hue of rabbit
Toss me flowers…confetti at my feet
My vote for Spring cast in open ballot
E’en as I wait and watch the darkness creep
And burning winds deceive and bring no heat
Though I need taste A dark and dreary cup
Bright stars above will hug me while I sleep
dVersepoetspub.com. The prompt..a rubaiyat …
A classical Persian quatrain or double couplet with 13-syllable lines with a rhyme scheme of either AABA or AAAA.
Other variations include 10-syllable lines, which I opted with alternating rhyme scheme to tie in the two stanzas.
My thoughts to inspire this poem is my impending impatience of the season and the longing for Spring, yet knowing there is comfort and beauty in both if I focus my eyes on it.
mehflowers 
Even without your explanation, I felt the meaning of your poem pretty well, but the explanation brightened it up for me on this cold winter day. Very nice !
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Thank you!
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Every little bit helps! Spring is coming, really….thank you!
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I love the hue of rabbit and flower petals as confetti.
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I like the first stanza especially, filled with creative and descriptive metaphors.
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I vote for spring too. Love the joy in here: Toss me flowers…confetti at my feet.
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Very nice cry of the long winter darkness. You must live in Jack Rabbit country… brown in summer white in winter! Your flow is great on this one.
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Yup! There are a lot of them around. Thanks for your encouragement
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Mary this was beautiful reading, spring is coming, your words leave a lovely stain on the heart
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Thank you!
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I love the palette metaphor that opens this Mary, very effective. I fully understand your readiness for the grey to exit. Nice job crafting with the 10-syllable line. I got inspired by Frank’s rubaiyat thing and posted two – one dark, one light. Both of mine follow Frost’s 8-syllable line format.
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Love this line Mary: “And burning winds deceive and bring no heat” – such a perfect description. Well written poem.
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Thank you!
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so welcome
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i feel the urgency of your plea and feel relief knowing you’re able to hold on until your pleas are answered. very nicely done!
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I haven’t much of an option! Thank you!
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well you could fly to Australia, where they are “enjoying” a heat wave!
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Oh yes….that yearning for spring…especially in below freezing temperatures!
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Nice line: “And burning winds deceive and bring no heat”
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Thanks Frank!
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I especially find the wish for colors brightening the grey tempting… but I would like to use my skies before.
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There are many uses for grey, but I’m ready for colors beside!
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I think this is brilliant!
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Your thoughts resonate with mine! Bring on Spring. A beautiful flow to your poem.
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The weather has been quite deceptive of late! (K)
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