Autumn scents in winter air.
A predisposing circumstance:
The robins made a lovely pair.

Couplet in war when love so fare
Forsees defeat of its romance:
Autumn scents in winter air.

'til death do part when nearly there
Should lend itself to fighting chance:
The robins made a lovely pair.

The branches of the trees are bare
And birds with leaves in wind will dance:
Autumn scents in winter air.

Past and future, beyond compare
Regret, regress, rebuked advance.
The robins made a lovely pair.

No turning back, not wing nor prayer
Once festered wound upon the lance:
Autumn scents in winter air.

October, too cool to care
To love or share, to recompense.
Autumn scents in winter air.
The robins made a lovely pair.

Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 11/01/2022 08:36AM by UPMarty.

These types of poems aren't easy to write. Good job with this one, Mary.

Les

Thanks,Les. It didn't come out quite as well as it seemed it would when writing it, but a good poetic exercise nonetheless.

Mary

Mary -

Glad to see you testing your wings. I like that you manage to leave unsaid what needs to be implied.

Good job,

Peter

Thanks for the encouragement, Peter. Writing a Villanelle is a good exercise in subtlety. The "form" of a Villanelle keeps me in my comfort zone while practicing nuance. It is an area I find most challenging and think this still falls short so I appreciate the thumbs up.

Mary