L Milton Hankins Poet Triolet

I Hear the Sighs

Approaching the meadow, I hear the sighs
Breezes whispering through the aspens
While beautiful flowers astound my eyes
Approaching the meadow, I hear the sighs
While fluffy clouds dart across the skies
And I realize this is where it all happens
Approaching the meadow, I hear the sighs
Breezes whispering through the aspens. 

Written June 28, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger July 3, 2022 at 2:07 AM This is a breath of fresh air, a summer breeze of a poem. L Milton Hankins July 3, 2022 at 8:48 AM I'm glad you liked it.

Kim Rodrigues June 28, 2022 at 12:08 PM Lovely, my friend! L Milton Hankins June 28, 2022 at 1:30 PM Thanks so much, Kim. I do enjoy writing triolets when the subject matter is right.