A triolet for the Secret Keeper’s five word prompt.
TREMBLE | HIT | DESIRE | ALTER | DEPTH |
The warm world trembles in this winter cold,
The depths of darkness hold all in its grip
And change green shoots to black twigs stark and bold.
The warm world trembles; in this winter cold
Strike ice arrows, leaves in furred frost enfold.
Desire shrinks, we hang onto the lip
Of trembling world, while in this winter cold
The depths of darkness hold all in its grip.