A Poem for Another "Fussy Little Form", the Tritina

Drifting where we mustn't go

Spining trees drifting mist wind gently blows 

Harder by midday trees lost in the mist 

Yet they hold their fruit squint against the wind 

We huddle cuddle against still cruel wind

Passion knows no end leaves around us blow

Blowing leaves midst of fruit juices we kissed 

Missed the mark ever turns to rain not mist  

Drifting where we mustn't go trees in wind

We pick our fruit before wind harder blows 

Where blows love's light mist to rain, a hard wind

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 - Photos and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2010, 2016 and 2018, All Rights Reserved 

 - I'm linked with Marian in the Imaginary Garden at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/10/fussy-little-forms-tritina.html?m=1 

 - Marian presented the 'Tritina' poem to us. It is a three verse, three line each structure and ends with another line.  The first verse endings are 1,2,3 withe the following verses ending per the second and third lines of the chart below. The final line must contain the words,  1, 2, and 3 in that order. I cheated once, at least, and used one rhyming end word instead of repeating the correct word again.

1-2-3

3-1-2

2-3-1

- The birds are a part I cropped today from a Harbor Picture I took at the Harbor at La Serenta, Chile in 2016 while the tree photo was taken by me near Quebec City, Canada, in 2010.  I posted it that year, 2010 in a poem, "Joie de vivre [Joy of living] ", link.