by Angel L. Villanueva
I heard a robin sing outside,
But I believed it was too soon,
For winter is a lively bride
And she'll display her gown with pride
Till leaving for her honeymoon.
The lawn is still concealed by snow,
And frigid winds will not disband.
I won't observe the flowers grow
Nor feel the sun's appealing glow
Until the snow has left the land.
And yet, the song did make me feel
That spring would share her warmth with me.
The thought retained a strong appeal,
But it did seem a bit surreal,
For winter's gown was flowing free.
Alas, another week has passed,
And I no longer hear her sing.
A blizzard brought a frosty blast
That left the town with snow amassed
And buried all that spring would bring.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Angel L. Villanueva is an American poet. Born in Puerto Rico, he currently resides in Massachusetts. Although he has occasionally written in free verse, Angel prefers to compose poetry in meter and rhyme, favoring traditional forms such as the sonnet, quatrain, rubaiyat, and couplet.
