The Poem a Day Challenge invites poets to pen a new opus every day during April. This offering for Day 17 sees me upsides with the calendar for the first time.
Triolet
What startled me awake? The sudden chill
of Winter coming, frosting every pane?
Just when I thought my words were lying still
yours startled me. Awake - a sudden chill
from knowing that your leaving soon would kill
the sunset's touch, and we'd not meet again -
that startles me awake, its sudden chill,
like Winter coming, frosting every pain.
