Villanelle Practice - Warmth
The whistling means that the summer has gone. The frozen earth tilts further every day. I can feel it in my bones, so I must carry on.
The crunching of the grass as I walk along- The color has left, and my fate is the same. The whistling means that the summer has gone.
The warmth in my memories, it feels so wrong To even have a thought of summer in the gray. I can feel it in my bones, so I must carry on.
Why did I leave? The repetitive song Drums through my mind as the evening fades. The whistling means that the summer has gone.
I shiver all night waiting up for the dawn, My hope is teetering on a single golden ray. I can feel it in my bones, so I must carry on.
When the day breaks, I can see where I belong. We'll all be home in December, anyway. The whistling means that the summer has gone. I can feel it in my bones, so I must carry on.
