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It sleets for thee [179.137]

It sleets for thee

I think that I shall never hear
this poem that I hold most dear

or see the raven in a tree,
that caws, "if not for them... for thee".

And shall I dare repeat, repeat:
tomorrow's forecast rains sleet?

And do eyes blear before High Tea,
like Frost's, forever rest-in-sleep.

© Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [179.137] (27.januar.2023)

aa, bb, cc with abc in the last stanza similar to a sestina. If sestina means basket, is this a bitty-baby-baskenette?

Earlier version:

It sleets for thee

I think that I shall never hear
a poem that I hold most dear

or see the raven in a tree,
that caws, "if not for thee... for thee".

And shall I dare repeat, repeat:
tomorrow's forecast rains sleet?

Do mine eyes blear before High Tea,
like Frost's, forever rest-in-sleep.

© Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [179.136] (27.januar.2023)