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?
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2007
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