poem written in response to online poetry class: Using this image as your inspiration, write a triolet poem.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The last bees cling to summer’s gold, their wings, faint and fragile as whispers. The inactive hives grow cold the last bees cling to summer’s gold. No pollen left, no feast to hold, just fading light and fields forlorn. The last bees cling to summer’s gold, their wings, faint and fragile as whispers.
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