The Ya-Du or ritú (season) is stanzaic form dedicated to the seasons. The theme should express the emotions the seasons evoke. The form is a 15th century Burmese pattern using a climbing rhyme. The elements of the Ya-Du are:
L1-L4 tetrasyllabic (4) and L5 may be 5,7, 9, or 11 syllables. 4-4-4-4-(5,7,9, or 11)
stanzaic, written in no more than 3 cinquains.
The form employs a climbing rhyme in which the 4th syllable of L1 rhymes with the 3rd syllable of L2 and the 2nd syllable of L3. L4 and L5 end rhyme.
dedicated to the seasons and the emotions they evoke.
Like an elusive dream I silently hope to see how you undress—
from cold white to fresh green then to shy yellow and then to scarlet red,
from freckled to plump and lush to skinny and then to skeletal bare.
Like an enchanting perfume I secretly imagine your scent change—
from chilling trace of frost to charming whiff of blooming flowers
and then to sweet vibrant smell of the sun and finally to loamy, rustic earth aroma.
Like a locked desire I hope to bask my senses into your stunning metamorphosis,
my dear seasons.
Note: Living in a country with two seasons (wet and dry), autumn and winter have been my fascinations since I am a little girl. This is why they are mostly the inspirations of my poems and fictions. 😉
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Leaves painted in sunset hues reach for sky Skeletal trees so bare and so naked As leaves fall, pool like earth’s blood on wind’s sigh Turns green grounds to a bed that’s gold-plated Ready for winter to lie down and rest As coming freezing chills sips its gaiety Autumn still remains piled up and dressed Displays her own unique scarlet beauty She lulls the trees to sleep, to wait for spring Whispers calming song, earth’s wind sings along Dragging ever nearer winter’s cold sting Holds on to it’s red crown that won’t last long All leaves fall in the end to make compost As white frosts replace rust, crimson combos.
My friends love either spring or summer with the shining bright soleil. I am the odd fan of fall. The only kid who loves to see trees go skeletal. Little do they know the leaf-less twigs also scared me. But I still love fall because of my granny!
She lives in a brick red house with a bold blue door. When Ber-month starts, autumn’s scarlet leaves begin to crawl and cover her brick wall. It’s the signal: let the games begin!
Whoever points the bloodiest leaf, among me and my cousins, will get the biggest chunk of world’s chocolatiest cake!