When the wind blows
The chill in the air
Nestles itself down into my toes
Then we snuggle in our over-stuffed chair
Nestled together by the fire
If it were to rain forever I wouldn’t care
Of your company I never tire
Sitting here in our chair together
For a time, from the world, we retire
And everything keeps getting better
(- Not feeling very inspired.)
From NaPoWriMo.net: And now our (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem in terza rima. This form was invented by Dante, and used in The Divine Comedy. It consists of three-line stanzas, with a “chained” rhyme scheme. The first stanza is ABA, the second is BCB, the third is CDC, and so on. No particular meter is necessary, but English poets have tended to default to iambic pentameter (iambic pentameter is like the Microsoft Windows of English poetry). One common way of ending a terza rima poem is with a single line standing on its own, rhyming with the middle line of the preceding three-line stanza.
Since the boy is working on patterns in his first grade math class, I just gave him the pattern and asked him to fill in rhyming words.