White morning and the heart tight
villanelle christmas poem
Christmas rings in the starry night
I'm doing a dance. I'm going to pray.
White morning and the heart tight
The children smile as we say good night.
Impatient, excited to be able to play
Christmas rings in the starry night
Everything's beautiful in the light
The story begins today.
White morning and the heart tight
The Mistletoe is there at my height.
I close my eyes and fight to stay.
Christmas rings in the starry night
Notes in the air, in the moonlight
I hear the piano, and my fingers play
White morning and the heart tight
I take in my arms a valiant knight.
I'll tell him I love him on Monday.
Christmas rings in the starry night
White morning and the heart tight
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Tony Herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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Comments (2)
Wow! Evocative Tony✨ This poem beautifully captures the warmth and wonder of Christmas. With the starry night, joyful children, and that cozy feeling of "heart tight," it paints a vivid scene full of excitement, love, and anticipation. The repetition of "Christmas rings in the starry night" feels almost like a carol, and the little moments—like the mistletoe and moonlit piano—make it feel so personal and magical. Perfect for the season’s spirit!✨
Lovely holiday villanelle 🌹