Just got Internet back (again). The OctPoWriMo prompt, about ways of looking at things just about works for the triolet I wrote yesterday.
This sky is heavy with grey-leafed cloud
And rests on tree tops, dusty blue,
Waiting to pour its river loud.
The sky is heavy with grey-leafed cloud,
Branching, spreading over ploughed
And empty fields where barley grew.
This sky is heavy, and grey-leafed cloud
Rests on treetops misty blue.