For, the winter has now arrived,
It is time to say thy goodbye,
With nothing else to signify,
But the fall of last leaf survived.

In time, all else will be revived,
Therefore, do not leave with a cry,
For, the winter has now arrived,
It is time to say thy goodbye.

Remember the times when thou thrived,
And leave like a proud butterfly,
For, all who lived would sometime die.
This truth is not one that's contrived,
For, the winter has now arrived.

2:39 a.m. May 01, 2017

a rondel, i was about to write this is my first attempt at it, but then i realized i've done it before...-_-...oh well...guess my attempt at untried styles need to come another day of unknown time...i'm actually quite happy with this one...since it's not mushy love poem...albeit a lil morbid.