From May 2015. Originally entitled "21st Letter to a Poet."




Springtime Singer

Springtime singer, friend of butterflies,
farewelling "snows that wither and frosts that sting,"
you live, you love, you praise, and you surprise.

Who would have known, who'd have dared to surmise,
the grace you'd give to every living thing,
springtime singer, friend of butterflies?

As riotous blossoms that delight our eyes,
as the proud bounty of long-hoped-for spring,
you live, you love, you praise, and you surprise!

In these bright days when chilly prudence dies,
you teach deaf ears the art of listening,
springtime singer, friend of butterflies!

Obliterating fear and slaying lies
with joy that overwhelms our reasoning,
you live, you love, you praise, and you surprise!

Graybearded sonneteers cannot disguise
elation as the barn-swallow takes wing:
springtime singer, friend of butterflies,
you live, you love, you praise, and you surprise.





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Written on 2018-04-27 at 09:59

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I am in awe of this perfectly crafted poem. A joy to read.
Ashe
2018-04-27


Bibek
Immensely enjoyed the villanelle. This is the level I'd like to achieve when writing in closed forms.

Bibek
2018-04-27