when wind comes howling through our wood
the strong trunks barely stir to bow
- but the old crack willow worries
then wind pounds hard on Ironwood
grey alder makes a slight kowtow
- so the twin trunked willow curtsies
whip hand has wind, that's understood
and roots must seek the deep somehow
- then willow sinks down to its knees
wild wind lays waste where weak trees stood
blow by blow on bole and bough
- crack willow's windthrown down with ease
It is November's easterlies
that mercy kills our frailest trees
- Crack willow (Salix fragilis) splits with cracks and fissures, and breaks noisily
- Ironwood – another name for hornbeam
- Windthrown – trees uprooted by wind
For my MTB prompt: A Trilonet of Wild Winds, the latter is our topic with the given poetry style of 14 lines, 4 tercets, ABC rhymed and couplet ending . I attempted the iambic tetrameter option.
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