L Milton Hankins Poet Triolet

Sounds of Icy Fingers

Sounds of icy fingers tapping my roof
Like rhythmic drumming on a snare
Mother Nature enjoys a gentle spoof
Sounds of icy fingers tapping my roof
Thank God, the ceiling is weatherproof
Against such as this persistent fanfare
Sounds of icy fingers tapping my roof
Like rhythmic drumming on a snare.

written February 26, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger February 27, 2022 at 3:51 PM You are King of the Best Triolets in the world Hank. Here is another proof. L Milton Hankins February 27, 2022 at 4:54 PM Nope, you are being too kind again, Caren. I do enjoy them, however.

Tom Cunningham February 27, 2022 at 11:09 AM Sounds quite chilly where you are Milton, stay in the warm, Tom L Milton Hankins February 27, 2022 at 11:19 AM It has been. Chillier than I like, but then I am really partial to warm breezes! I have a metal roof on my house, so sometimes I do hear those sounds.