The red rose trembles on the stem

Jane Dougherty Writes

Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be complete without a triolet. And what a splendid illustration by Michael Hoelzl

The red rose trembles on the stem,

Plucked by last wild winds of spring,

Sweet chords of scented winter gem.

The red rose trembles on the stem,

Whipped by snow-flecked wind’s mayhem,

Still blackbird braves the gale to sing.

The red rose trembles on the stem,

Plucked by last wild winds of spring.

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