For the Secret Keeper’s writing prompt, a villanelle using the words:

CAUSE | HATE | CHANGE | LINE | PACE

I have been a bit free and easy with the use of synonyms and the relationship is a bit tenuous for ‘cause’, but close enough, I think.

In cloistered shade hate grows apace,

I take me to a sunny bank,

A hare I’ll be so full of grace.

In sunlight with the mayflies race,

I shun the cold and damp walls dank,

In cloistered shade hate grows apace.

With salmon swim and perch and dace,

In water bright, or on hill’s flank

A hare I’ll be, so full of grace.

I’ll run the line from dark disgrace,

Through open fields, eyes wide and frank,

In cloistered shade hate grows apace.

When clouds change from grey wool to lace,

And twilight pinks the grasses lank,

A hare I’ll be so full…