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Volume 5 Issue 2
Page 13
Page 13
Though cold gray skies still cast a doleful gloom,
They must give way to sunny days and fair
When daffodil and crocus are in bloom.
The month of January holds within her womb
The promise of a spring beyond compare
Though cold gray skies still cast a doleful gloom.
Though March’s lion entrance portends doom,
Damp winsome April comes with little flare
When daffodil and crocus are in bloom.
Camellias, with their pregnant buds, presume
To show that balmy spring is in the air,
Though cold gray skies still cast a doleful gloom.
Then Old Man Winter drops his dark costume,
And trees begin to green on branches bare
When daffodil and crocus are in bloom.
One senses that, soon, magic sweet perfume
Will come on gentle breeze with no fanfare,
Though cold gray skies still cast a doleful gloom,
When daffodil and crocus are in bloom.
They must give way to sunny days and fair
When daffodil and crocus are in bloom.
The month of January holds within her womb
The promise of a spring beyond compare
Though cold gray skies still cast a doleful gloom.
Though March’s lion entrance portends doom,
Damp winsome April comes with little flare
When daffodil and crocus are in bloom.
Camellias, with their pregnant buds, presume
To show that balmy spring is in the air,
Though cold gray skies still cast a doleful gloom.
Then Old Man Winter drops his dark costume,
And trees begin to green on branches bare
When daffodil and crocus are in bloom.
One senses that, soon, magic sweet perfume
Will come on gentle breeze with no fanfare,
Though cold gray skies still cast a doleful gloom,
When daffodil and crocus are in bloom.
| A Winter Villanelle By Carolyn Carney |