Poetry texts

First Love - a vilanelle

Where are you now, loved girl from long ago?
The decades flock like martens and fly on
past spring, past summer, into winter snow.

Did children play, and did they come to know
the comfort of your smile, and are they gone
where you are now, loved girl from long ago?

Love made our sun rise and the flowers grow;
the warmth, through all those yesteryears, was drawn
past spring, past summer, in to winter snow.

I've swum life's tides, dragged by their ebb and flow,
bouyed by a current deep and warm, 
past spring, past summer into winter snow.

I looked away - I did not see you go,
and I'm still searching for the Avalon
where you are now, loved girl from long ago -
past sprint, past summer, into winter snow.