Thank you, Cathy Hutter, for sharing your tricube poem and inspiring me to write my own. Here is a link to her slice featuring this poetic form.
When I looked out the window at the end of the school day, the sun was shining. I was eager to leave, so I could get out for a walk and soak up some vitamin D. However, it was not as warm as I thought, and shortly after I set out, I wished I put on a hat and mittens. I felt that winter was not going gently into its hibernation.
Winter speaks
its last breath,
its last breath,
cool and sharp.
The wind chases
the sun's warmth;
its last day.
Leaves and feet
shuffle quick,
seeking warmth.
Today's weather was such a surprise! We had a beautiful weekend in Tennessee and came home to Indiana flurries! I love your poem, especially tnose first two lines. I really did feel like (and HOPE) winter was speaking its last breath!
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