VIOLETS

Dawn meets the wondering Welkin;

Coral curls into Cyan,

bringing forth the Hallowed Hour

upon a heliotrope horizon 
waving lavender,

raining Elysium's incense,

the gods' own benefaction,

to Earth, this Day of purest promise.

Her violet gratitude bursts from the

woodland floor, curving into

the Great Fire's golden lance,

this conflux, a summons to Spring.

"Emerge from your chrysalis,

this Morn of brume blossoming lilac,

of breezes besprent with birchen balm!"

A froth of blue wafts over greening

ground, shades of wistful silver

lingering where spirits gathered by

violet buds and Moon,

honouring the Eternal Circle

beside the Hours, for such, before birth,

know their immensest unrest.

Some obscure force buried deep in my

racial memory bends my knee

to the soil in reverent observance of a

ritual as old as Time,

to the dust from which I sprang,

to the Mother who sustains vessels

and souls alike.

Aye, this Violet Hour of grace casts Life

and Light into every kernel,

bidding sacred forces flow with Creation,

from birth into blessed rebirth.

Her triumphal hues shall live in my eyes,

these tints of a nameless power

more enduring than love

that binds me to The Great Wheel.

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

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