NaPoWriMo 2016 07

Today's prompt is to write a Tritina.



the winter months bring rain from dark grey clouds
and drown the last remaining memories of summer
leaving deadened leaves and fetid flowers to decay

falling leaves of autumn on brittle branches decay
and reach in silent supplication to the clouds
but the wind that howls drowns out the song of summer

if only beach long days could conjure for us summer
and the sun could turn the tide, and make the snow decay
then hide the ice behind the spring-wrung clouds

for winter does decay the summer clouds


(c) 2ndwitch, 07/04/2016