Winter

Poetry in Logolift form (described below the poem)

I thought I saw a tulip grow
right through the snow,
or not.
Sometimes I dream this time of year,
but through the blear
there's squat.

With each new day I long for Spring,
and birds that sing
sweet trill.
If snow still falls and frosts the air,
I cannot bear
the chill.


Logolift form:
Stanzaic, written in any number of sixains made up of 2 tercets each.
Syllabic: 8-4-2-8-4-2 8-4-2-8-4-2.
Rhyme scheme: aabccb ddeffe.