Three Snow Day Triolets

The jet stream’s sudden dip creates a lovers’ coup:
a snow day when children are staying with friends.
Should we spend our day reading, writing, and making stew?
The jet stream’s sudden dip creates a lovers’ coup.
Morning kisses on the couch, making love in the afternoon.
Who cares how long we’re snowbound or the school year extends!
The jet stream’s sudden dip creates a lovers’ coup:
a snow day when children are staying with friends.

All day I bring in wood to make a White Man’s Fire.
In comfort we write gloses, triolets, and sometimes kiss.
Our corpse poems burn as one on the same funeral pyre.
All day I bring in wood to make a White Man’s Fire
that will match the sizzle and spark of our desire
while you keep one eye on the weather and closing lists.
All day I bring in wood to make a White Man’s Fire.
In comfort we write gloses, triolets, and sometimes kiss.

Feeling brave, we walk at night on the blessing of new snow,
our gloved hands grip and save each other if we slip
on black ice. I point between trees at the sky’s orange glow.
Feeling brave, we walk at night on the blessing of new snow.
You kiss my numbed face, someone’s car will need a tow.
Should we consider taking a quick California trip
when the weather breaks? Walking at night on icy snow,
our gloved hands grip when one missteps and slips.

John A. Blackard