Springtime Villanelle

Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...! I wake up, hearing chirps of birds at four O’ clock; At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...! The earth and the heavens celebrate springtime-joy, Timely changes in weather never my glee block; Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...! Newborn baby animals race around in cloy, In ponds around, bullfrogs in chorus gaily croak; At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...! Breeze, as though touch me not, feels me and fades in coy, Within feelings, like salsa, to xylophones, rock; Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...! Seed drowsing, spring up and shoot up fresh green savoy, Migratory birds to their homelands fly in flock; At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though, a little boy...! Sunshine! Shower! Wedding of foxes! Dogs convoy! Ducks and geese and swans and swamps display their catwalk; Rays of golden sun, at orange dawn, I enjoy...! At fifties! Yet, I feel, as though a little boy...! 15 April 2022 Springtime Villanelle Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet