This Villanelle is dedicated to the lost love of a poet.
Grey
(Lawrence Spiro)
Grey falls from the dim sky I am alone.
The fading foam shore covers yesterday.
Flat as opaque glass, dull as smooth cold stone.
The scent, touch, sight of your hair, hand, and comb,
are soft close thoughts that are truthful to say.
Grey falls from the dim sky I am alone.
Green flowers adorn and defer on loan,
how we hold each other in gentle play.
Flat as opaque glass, dull as smooth stone.
Yellow memories fade to the dark zone,
turning clear mystic form into grey clay.
Grey falls from the dim sky I am alone.
Drab dark brown happens leaving eyes that moan,
disengaging when I need you to stay.
Flat as opaque glass, dull as smooth cold stone.
Your grey voice fades to a subtle lost tone,
Touch me once no more infinite delay.
Grey falls from the dim sky I am alone.
Flat as opaque glass, dull as smooth cold stone.
Autumn
(Lawrence Spiro)
Between summer’s damp driplet haze
and winter’s swell before dimming days
she puts on airs of spring and sways
towards him; he comes near.
His gaze is cold and severe.
