Snow

Silvery flakes drifted down,

swirling in subtle light of the cloudy night.

silvery flakes landed on my feet,

chilled every nerve, every cell of me.

The impolite night

tritina

A “tritina” style of poem is a contraction of the sestina to three stanzas of three lines (tercets), with a one-line envoy. The order of the line-ending words follows the same pattern as that of the sestina, so that they appear: 123, 312, 231 with the envoy as 123.

That night was impolite,
for it led to thinking in a manner,knotted
for my thoughts were the night’s colour, livid.

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