Winter King

Yesterday I wrote a pantoum about the Winter King and was so pleased with the result I decided to try and write a triolet on the same theme. This is more or less a triolet, though without the sophisticated nuance of changed meaning in the final couplet. That bit escapes me.

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The winter king stands in the door,
Around his feet the snowflakes fall,
The golden sun we see no more.
The winter king stands in the door,
Frozen ripples rim the shore,
White the ash tree, white the pall.
The winter king stands in the door,
Around his feet the snowflakes fall.