we cycle round and mark another year
when spring has come and buds are on the tree
the skies are light and pollen's in the air
what started in my heart as just a dare
(a challenge against fate) has come to be
we cycle round and mark another year
with greater hope and more reasons for care
as darker odours join the potpourri
the skies are light and pollen's in the air
but time's a gift that we don't have to spare
nor is good chance coming upon the sea
we cycle round and mark another year
by blending vacant smile and distant stare
with swift refusal of the things we see
the skies are light and pollen's in the air
those are the givens and all else is smear
upon the screen of life we cannot flee
we cycle round and mark another year
the skies are light and pollen's in the air
Mar 20, 2011
Mar 20, 2011 at 4:47 AM UTC
we cycle round and mark another year
when spring has come and buds are on the tree
the skies are light and pollen's in the air
what started in my heart as just a dare
(a challenge against fate) has come to be
we cycle round and mark another year
with greater hope and more reasons for care
as darker odours join the potpourri
the skies are light and pollen's in the air
but time's a gift that we don't have to spare
nor is good chance coming upon the sea
we cycle round and mark another year
by blending vacant smile and distant stare
with swift refusal of the things we see
the skies are light and pollen's in the air
those are the givens and all else is smear
upon the screen of life we cannot flee
we cycle round and mark another year
the skies are light and pollen's in the air
This is a villanelle. It is written with both the Spring Equinox and a couple of anniversaries in mind.
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