Villanelle take 2
A villanelle by Steven M. Zink Copyright 4/9/2008
What is the point of living out our days?
Pleasant enough: April through September
Must we endure winter’s harsher ways?
The sun’s fire sets our souls ablaze.
And to live is easier than to remember
What is the point of living out our days?
The spring brings flowers’ colorful arrays.
Where are these blossoms come November.
Must we endure winter’s harsher ways?
Sometimes we are lost running through our maze.
Our lives burn bright then fade to an ember.
What is the point of living out our days?
Some seek answers in God’s praise.
Or take refuge as a congregation member.
Must we endure winter’s harsher ways?
Autumn’s bright leaves strewn across our pathways
Darkness returns with the snows of December.
What is the point of living out our days?
Must we endure winter’s harsher ways?
What is the point of living out our days?
Pleasant enough: April through September
Must we endure winter’s harsher ways?
The sun’s fire sets our souls ablaze.
And to live is easier than to remember
What is the point of living out our days?
The spring brings flowers’ colorful arrays.
Where are these blossoms come November.
Must we endure winter’s harsher ways?
Sometimes we are lost running through our maze.
Our lives burn bright then fade to an ember.
What is the point of living out our days?
Some seek answers in God’s praise.
Or take refuge as a congregation member.
Must we endure winter’s harsher ways?
Autumn’s bright leaves strewn across our pathways
Darkness returns with the snows of December.
What is the point of living out our days?
Must we endure winter’s harsher ways?