Saturday, December 17, 2016

Morning Glory in Triolet























The stillness of the lonely night;
Bows, to the dazzling face of dawn;
Those reticent stars no longer bright.
The stillness of the lonely night; 
Hides behind snowy fluffs of light;
Clouds float like bales of cotton drawn.
The stillness of the lonely night
Bows, to the dazzling face of dawn. 

Engulfs neglected shrubbery; 
Behind my backroom door; 
On barbed wire fence so motherly
Engulfs, neglected shrubbery; 
It coils and runs beautifully
Welcoming sun about to soar. 
Engulfs neglected shrubbery; 
Behind my backroom door.

© Paterika Hengreaves
(December 17, 2016)

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