Winter’s Trine

Flaxen strands, angles errant

Dangle, draped in fine translucence

Lucid lines trace shapes ensconcing

Winsome ways awash in whispers

 

All the almond’s fond azure

Paragon of floret’s dew

Sinuous tresses weaved in waters

Worlds away from whence she watched

 

Passive paramour of plight

Plunging into astral pools

Solitude that stings with piercing

As she sings her song of tears

 

Pensively a passive pondering

Wanders through the prism spire

Spoken naught in uttered earnest

Turning over tides of trine

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you used the language.
"Passive paramour of plight
Plunging into astral pools
Solitude that stings with piercing
As she sings her song of tears"
The above lines. Perfect. I could write a epic poetry from. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote