© G. V., 11-18-2012, All Rights Reserved
(Two triolet poems in one, with altered the fourth line)
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Exceeded is the field's display
where sky sheds winter's first cold drops,
the lyre of winds in bogs will play
nocturnal dance and moon's ballet,
on shelter sheds will ring sky drops,
the silence speaks - her voice atop,
the blooms in mists salute and sway,
tis where she felt her tears' dew drops.
Commendable the feast expands
in time the dancers reach the fair,
rain drops will fall on greenest grass,
musicians' violins and trumps,
her siren's voice responds with flair
night solitude's bird singers stare
in mists salute the clouds that pass,
as rain drops dew her face and flare.
© 11/18/2012, G.V. All rights reserved