Now hoarfrost melts to liquid dew agleam
Tag: villanelle
I’ve checked the flights from here to there
I’ve checked the flights from here to there, / And there to here, of course (of course!) / I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.
the wedding lamp
No more does night descend with dread. Who knew you’d light a lamp when asked? I fall into your arms widespread; ‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed.
