Dispatch #128

I was challenged to write a triolet...

Self-Portrait (Triolet)

In a small room in late winter,
            you listen to freezing rain.
You empty the mind, fill it with weather.
In a small room in late winter
when there’s nothing left to remember,
            the moment has only itself to contain.
In a small room in late winter,
             you listen to freezing rain.