Doleful

A Villanelle

Now know that sunrise time of day

for see, if missed, fog’s dewdrop trees -

till sunset dusk this misted way?

The burning gold will heat grey clay,

bring thaw to soil and melt its freeze;

now know that sunrise time of day.

That ear pricked doe, how long will stay

before our scent sent by the breeze,

till sunset dusk this misted way?

By fencing, how pray did it stray

to meet this stranger, lens it sees?

Now know that sunrise time of day.

Would nature lovers keep away?

Perhaps I should say doleful 'please?' -

till sunset dusk this misted way?

May they hear near my bleats, and weigh

these carpe diem pleas, me seize?

Now know that sunrise time of day -

till sunset dusk this misted way?