prelude to summer
For Mike' Mayvillanelle Prompt
welcome though transient, the prelude to summer
with newly grown blossoms, flowers spring forth
when the sun's glory starts to show its glimmer
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as the birds and bees sing their songs and hummer
we give way to thoughts of our own value, worth
welcome though transient, the prelude to summer
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with the easing off of the world's natural dimmer
and the chills of winter, dissolves in the warmth
when the sun's glory starts to show its glimmer
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from the high and mighty to the lowly slummer
we embrace the bright, the mirth of the earth
welcome though transient, the prelude to summer
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as the temperature increases, an underdog comer
the puffins squawk and call on May in the Firth
when the sun's glory starts to show its glimmer
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dance the Maypole to the beat of the drummer
as we prepare our bodies and souls for rebirth
welcome though transient, the prelude to summer
when the sun's glory starts to show its glimmer
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Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Going to admit that not really feeling the joys of spring and May right now, but had this in the chamber and needed to release it. This is for Mike's wonderful villanelle, or should I say Mayvillanelle prompt. More details can be found below.
For reference to one of the lines -
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Comments (9)
Buddy! This is a beautiful spring villy. Well done.
King Paul Shakespeare, you executed this soooo beautifully! I loved it! 🍩🥐
Lovely evocation of sun and summer, Paul. Excellent work!
Absolutely beautiful work here!
Beautiful... I love it, of course! Lovely lines... 'from the high and mighty to the lowly slummer we embrace the bright, the mirth of the earth welcome though transient, the prelude to summer'
Lovely villanelle! You may not feel it and understandably so but this simply sings of spring!
I love this! Lovely piece! I was wondering what a villanelle might look like, and I love how this one turned out!
Excelllent Villanelle and a likely Top Story Paul, and the link to the Isle of May was great and well named extra
Magnificent. Love the way it all leads into to beautiful summer.