This Evening Ramble Makes Way to
Defer Another Day
This evening ramble makes way to defer another day,
Under snow-bearded trees they talk and walk the
village park;
And morning light will chase these words away.
Blankets of snow, so much snow set chilling foray,
How can one talk, one walk and one winter storm so lighten
the dark?
This evening ramble makes way to defer another day.
Along they go, back where streetlights turn snow
gray,
“Come snow,
this glistening snow,” she lures like a lark;
And morning light will chase these words away.
Think not he a paramour, for this she would from him
stray,
But for his parlance of amity she continues to hark:
This evening ramble makes way to defer another day.
At last they find shelter and respite from winter’s display,
Together at first to share their thirst, the heart to
impart:
And morning light will chase these words away.
Natter and chatter, then quiet they touch where
sounds before did play,
At last the moment where words no longer find their
mark:
This evening ramble makes way to defer another day,
And morning light will chase these words away.
--
Villanelle for Elizabeth Disharoon