Lost and lonely, wound up like a spring,
sad torrents flow a river storm,
we huddle close in pouring rain.
As confusing mist and pressures rain,
tender hearts break in early spring
not tempered yet by fierce storm.
Relentless time brings chill and storm,
We run from love, and cower in rain,
Still many a heart awakes in spring.
Let’s wake and spring toward the storm, we can dance together in the rain.
This is a Tritina attempt for Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #47. An important feature of this form are the three line endings in the first stanza–in this poem ‘spring’, ‘storm’ and ‘rain’. These words are used in a specific order in each stanza and the closing line. Jane’s challenge post describes the form in greater detail and offers the above image, a painting by Paul Cornoyer (American Painter: 1864-1923) as a source of inspiration.