A cold west wind
drives waves against the northern shore;
a cold west wind,
releasing whorls of stinging sand,
bends glinting leaves with winter hoar
across the lake where small boats moor –
a cold west wind.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
I’m back on-line after a few days off sick and inspired by a form I haven’t seen for a while. Thank you, Marian, for bringing us the rondelet, a short French poetry form featuring a strict rhyme and meter pattern plus a repeated refrain.