Rhythm

It's a villanelle! Yay! (pronounced vee-an-el, just fyi.) The villanelle is probably the strictest verse form ever, allowing only two rhymes, and two lines must be repeated throughout the poem. And there are more rules, too. It is very difficult. But, some of my very favorite poems are villanelles and I love the form. And while my villanelle isn't anywhere near as beautiful and amazing as, say, Theodore Roethke's, I'm still pretty dang proud of myself for writing one that kind of makes sense.
Also, on the subject matter of my poem, it is not a cliche. It's an archetype, thank you very much.



When winter comes to shroud the world in grey
It only lasts a time, so do not fear:
There will be spring again, as sure as day.

The earth is veiled in tears, and they
Are hopeless, frozen frosted, never clear
When winter comes to shroud the world in grey.

But foolish to expect one thing to stay.
No silence lasts, no real things disappear;
There will be spring again, as sure as day.

Even when the flowers are iced away,
The sun, the golden seed of summer, still shines here
When winter comes to shroud the world in grey.

And though the sky itself will crack, it may
Be hatched like a robin's egg, no more a sphere,
But songful spring again, as pure as day.

Do not despise the winter, only pray
And laugh with snow and flower, all the year:
Though winter comes to shroud the world in grey,
Green spring will come again, as sure as day.