Fruitless Buds (Expanded Triolet)

Stars adrift on wicked laughter dance amidst these April nights. Fragile, pristine alabaster stars adrift on wicked laughter. Tumbling, twirling falling faster asterisms cool and white. Stars adrift on wicked laughter dance amidst these April nights. Buds bow down to frozen masters claiming spring as if their right. What becomes of fruits hereafter buds bow down to frozen masters? Timid petals face disaster, tumbling dead from Winter blight Buds bow down to frozen masters claiming spring as if their right. Just how long can Jack Frost factor bleaching Springtime from my sight? Bitter cold still claims the pastures, just how long can Jack Frost factor? What can thrive 'neath icy plasters, viscous tombs, cocooned delight? Just how long can Jack Frost factor bleaching Springtime from my sight?