By nataliaanna@yahoo.com
Date: 8 March 2001
a villanelle
These hands of ours hold precious seeds to sow
deep within the womb of summer’s warm black soil.
In this, our garden, if left untended, surely weeds will grow.
We must rush to plant, for soon comes winter’s snow.
The deadly cold is what I fear most -- it must hasten our toil.
These hands of ours hold precious seeds to sow.
King and Queen of our own rich land, I will plant and you will hoe
the fertile earth that nurtures our kingdom royal,
in this, our garden, if left untended, surely weeds will grow.
Rain soaks life into our garden coaxing sweet buds from far below.
Embrace me as the rain enfolds young seedlings – joyful
these hands of ours hold precious seeds to sow.
Just as the beauty of our love, how strong the flowers bloom and so
we must quickly pull young weeds -- for their trespass may bring spoil
in this, our garden, if left untended, surely weeds will grow.
Pray summer lasts eternal. Pray our love conquers both weed and foe.
Let us daily plant and tend our beloved garden -- it is for passions’ soil
these hands of ours hold precious seeds to sow.
In this, our garden, if left untended, surely weeds will grow.
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