It’s a pleasure when the frowning sun quits
Heaps of inky clouds frolic in the sky
Into the realm of verse she lunges and flits
With the rainy balm her tawny skin’s lit
I read her verdant lines in jasmine rhyme
It’s a pleasure when the frowning sun quits
Her voice jingles ditty in busy bee feet
That peacock dance meter spellbinds the eye
Into the realm of verse she lunges and flits
With an eddy of breeze love odes she knits
Her passions in streams brim over and lie
It’s a pleasure when the frowning sun quits
The rumbling clouds, the lightening in a fit
Delights her for her words will no more be dry
Into the realm of verse she lunges and flits
Her cantos will flow on in litchis sweet
Rhythms will pitter patter on leaves high
It’s a pleasure when the frowning sun quits
Into the realms of verse she lunges and flits
Posted for dVerse MTB — How to Write a Villanelle hosted by Frank Hubeny
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