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Villanelle Winter Poems | Villanelle Poems About Winter

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Through the Winter Cold he Rode

By  the  moonlight,  night's  pearly  softness  glowed,
In  their  slumber  deep,  fog  skirted  knolls  shoaled;
Through  the  winter  cold,  clipp'ty  clop  he  rode.

Down  the  twisted  alleys  and  to  highroad,
Flew  out  in  wind  his  fluttering  hair  gold;
By  the  moonlight,  night's  pearly  softness  glowed.

In  the  silence  bare  as  the  mist  bellowed
O'er  the  turrets  enshrouded  in  their  fold;
Through  the  winter  cold,  clipp'ty  clop  he  rode.

His  shadow  tossed  on  the  water  that  flowed,
As  galloped  o'er  the  bridge, ' twixt  moorlands  old;
By  the  moonlight,  night's  pearly  softness  glowed.

Meet  his  bonnie  lassie  her  chin  furrowed
'neath  her  cherry  lips  in  his  hands  to  hold;
Through  the  winter  cold,  clipp'ty  clop  he  rode.

Her  dark  eyes  under  green  eaves  that  mellowed,
Where  blushes  of  their  love  in  whispers  told
By  the  moonlight,  night's  pearly  softness  glowed;
Through  the  winter  cold,  clipp'ty  clop  he  rode.


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5/23/2011


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The Other Side of Winter

(A Villanelle)

The winter’s dismal path is long and gray,
a never-ending march of cheerless dark
with skies whose colors bleach in dull array

where forest scene gives one a true display
and leafless limbs provide a raptors' park.
The winter’s dismal path is long and gray,

and through the open grove a new ballet
of life and death beneath the brittle bark
and skies whose colors bleach in dull array.

A wind unites with rain while leaves decay;
each limb begins to dance a graceful arc
in winter’s dismal path so long and gray

till snow appears and hides the hunter's prey.
New scenes occur of softer landscape mark,
tame skies whose colors bleach in dull array.

Resplendent white now blankets to allay
our thirst for beauty with a lustrous lark.
The winter's dismal path is long and gray,
with skies whose colors bleach in dull array.