As the days grow shorter and dimmer
Light has narrowed to just a glimmer
Still there is a distinctive shimmer
Of an ember burning at yet a simmer
Atop the dead coals like a swimmer
Showing forth in surroundings grimmer
A love that has long defied the trimmer
Without dross it thus emerges slimmer
With the enduring essence of the primer
Waiting final pass of the Master Skimmer.
(A twenty-minute experiment in locked rhyme utilizing all commonly used,
accepted, and known words with this restrictive double syllable rhyme,
chosen by random page and pointer.)
Dr. Edwin E. Vineyard