Prompted by Poet's Place Cafe

Voice Ways by Robert Frost

Some things are never clear.
But the weather is clear tonight,
Thanks to a clearing rainl
The mountains are brought up near,
Your sweet-cynical strain
Would come in like your here:
"So we won't say, nothing is clear."

Two new forms, Golden Shovel within a Ronka. 😎

Golden Shovel = Use the words from a line of poetry in sequence as the end words of your poem.

Ronka = A pentastich of 7 word lines, unrhymed and referring to a season.

"Form of the week: Golden Shovel"