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when winter comes early
a trimeric
the day after the storm, white
paint splashes on mother earth,
leftover leaves, ankle-deep, clutter the yard.
i curl up beneath a downy quilt to read.
paint splashes on mother earth,
white and gold and orange, even green,
left over from the late autumn freeze.
leftover leaves, ankle-deep, clutter the yard,
soggy, no crunch beneath my footfall,
covering sagging shrubs and roses.
i curl up beneath a downy quilt to read,
to cull the warmth of words. ideas
swirl inside me, as another snowfall approaches.
Written and linked to dVerse Open Link Night where you are invited to share any sort of poem you like. I blended a few previous prompts: mine from Tuesday on weather, Mary’s on the trimeric form and Bjorn’s on enjambment. Please stop by and enjoy the company and work of your fellow poets.
Victoria C. Slotto, Author 