Day 9:
Spell Bound
Souls hide away from the shiver
And slivers of kisses from sky.
Crunch cross the Trail to deliver
The scribbles they want in reply.
Don't know how I am the bad guy
When I barely survive the drifts.
So I guess I'll keep on crunching
Till this spill of shivering shifts.
ABOUT THIS POETRY FORM
A derivative of the French ballade.
It is an 8 line stanza.
Rhymes: ababbcbc
Usually 8-10 syllables per line.
Simply the story of a recent walk around the Trail.
