Villanelle for Summer

Just attempting to write a Villanelle. I will probably scrap all but the first line later.

It is Summertime, and the death of poets

When early daybreak comes beckoning

The breeze is easy, the sun swings low


Where near nude men and women go

Swimming, in the shimmering light

Of Summertime, and the death of poets


Couples laughing in the setting glow

Clink cans of beer together cheers-ing

When the breeze is easy, the sun swings low


There’s no more talk of Michelangelo

There’s no more ice that will suffice

In Summertime, the death of poets


Who only thrive when the air is cold

And whither away in warmer seasons

The breeze is easy, the sun swings low


At last a day that can provide

At last a reason to go outside

The breeze is easy, the sun swings low

It is Summertime, the death of poets.

The End

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