Today I’m sharing a triolet I originally wrote about a year and a half ago, but which has gone through so many revisions I’ve lost count. Hope you enjoy it! Be sure to stop by Jama’s Alphabet Soup for all of today’s Poetry Friday links (and button candy!).
The autumn wind is growing colder.
As all the hills are set ablaze
a shiver stirs my neck and shoulder –
the autumn wind is growing colder.
These woods and I, just one month older,
yearn for summer’s sun-drenched days.
The autumn wind is growing colder
as all the hills are set ablaze.
– © 2015 Matt Forrest Esenwine, all rights reserved