The streets are christmas quiet
tho’ closed, the houses incline
– an ear behind the shutters.

The streets are christmas quiet
no bells this morn – just mothers
pushing strollers, pushing time.

The streets are christmas quiet,
though closed in houses we incline.

Image: by Tom Rumble on Unsplash

A triolet for Good Friday.  And here’s Kate with Big Sky (“…that cloud looks like Ireland…”). Now where did I put that aluminium jumpsuit?