Photo flckr by Michael Flippoff
(A Villanelle Poem)
Don’t rip down the glory grapevine, it needs more time
As I sing and swing on colours autumn can bring.
It simmers embers of crimson sunsets divine~
Leaves in warm spring burst baby shoots to ever climb
Miracle shade as on slippery poles it will cling.
Don’t rip down the glory grapevine, it needs more time~
Soon winter drops a drab cloak of billowed out rhyme
from tryst sky to smother autumn’s brazen heart fling.
It simmers embers of crimson sunsets divine~
Remember our glory days are soon in their prime.
There’s still leaves that tease, tarry, yet twirl to our zing.
Don’t rip down the glory grapevine, it needs more time~
Recollect our toasting of exquisite mulled wine
As we vine sipped the love only autumn can string.
It simmers embers of crimson sunsets divine~
Recall how our hair streamed pink blossoms of springtime.
Yet in autumn glory you proposed with your ring.
Don’t rip down the glory grapevine, it needs more time.
It simmers embers of crimson sunsets divine~
Karin Anderson © 2015
