Villanelle
The trees it seemed whispered his name,
But in the wood I felt no fear,
I stopped and heard it once again.
Softly, as the first drop of rain
kissed my face like a heavenly tear,
The trees it seemed whispered his name.
My heart then felt a stab of pain,
He could not possibly be here,
I stopped and heard it once again.
I knew all hope would be in vain,
He had gone for many a year,
The trees it seemed whispered his name.
I listened and my ears did strain
to hear the voice I hold so dear.
I stopped and heard it once again.
A constant, quiet, sweet refrain,
It entered and my brain did sear,
The trees it seemed whispered his name,
I stopped and heard it once again.
-August 2001-
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