Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be complete without a triolet. And what a splendid illustration by Michael Hoelzl
The red rose trembles on the stem,
Plucked by last wild winds of spring,
Sweet chords of scented winter gem.
The red rose trembles on the stem,
Whipped by snow-flecked wind’s mayhem,
Still blackbird braves the gale to sing.
The red rose trembles on the stem,
Plucked by last wild winds of spring.
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This is beautiful Jane.:)
Thank you! I was pleased with this one. I find it difficult getting the emphasis in meaning to shift with the last refrain. Think it works with this one.