Birds At Winter Nightfall (Triolet) Poem by Thomas Hardy

Around the house the flakes fly faster,  And all the berries now are gone From holly and cotoneaster Around the house. The flakes fly! - faster Shutting indoors that crumb-outcaster We used to see upon the lawn Around the house. The flakes fly faster,  And all the berries now are gone! EXPLAIN

Triolets are difficult. I can think of very little I would want to repeat three times in a poem

Around the clock I read old Hardy Until the pages all are done. My dogs will call me worse than tardy around the clock. I read old Hardy Prose and poem as mind grows lardy And half my sanity is gone Around the clock. I read old Hardy Until the pages all are done.