[Brian Watson]

Mike has cited Frost's Reluctance as an example of feminine endings. Here is a less successful poem by the same poet:

The Last Mowing
There's a place called Far-away Meadow
We never shall mow again,
Or such is the talk at the farmhouse:
The meadow is now finished with men.
Then now is the chance for the flowers
That can't stand mowers and plowers.
It must be now, though, in season
Before the not mowing brings trees on,
Before trees, seeing the opening,
March into a shadowy claim.
The trees are all I'm afraid of,
The flowers can't bloom in the shade of;
It's no more men I'm afraid of;
The meadow is done with the tame.
The place for the moment is ours
For you, oh tumultuous flowers,
To go to waste and go wild in,
All shapes and colors of flowers,
I needn't call you by name.

Season/treason is one thing, but season/trees on sets my teeth on edge.