VIOLETS II

Violets bloom
deepest lavender and white,
where lilac skies shine
the Circle's youth,
in untouched spaces
of mulberry light,
where Springtide smiles
'pon Creation's Truth.

A whisper leaps from
the Ancient Oak's heart,
this silken shiver
of mottled grey
curbs the young Year's flame,
anon to depart,
for to tread the Seasons'
sacred way.

There, twilight shines
as a god in disguise
o'er the distant, silent
faerie fort,
as dewy, scented,
iridine winds rise
into hills where
elves and sprites cavort.

Will-o'-the-wisps dance
o'er the greening marsh,
as the thawing rill
renews its song,
this full moon night,
the rook's calling falls harsh
'pon glades awaiting
Spring's trilling throng.

I bide 'neath silvered foliage
and air,
'neath branches that seek
to gate the moon,
stray beams descend
'pon my parchment and prayer,
my eyes would contain
their argent rune.

I shall rise with Dawn, 
as the hour grows bright,
when lark, thrush and robin
sing as one,
for to honour the Great Wheel's
vernal Rite,
for by violets to bow
to the Sun.

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

Image: SIGNS OF SPRING

Source: www.artmagick.com

Artist: Walter Crane

PERSEPHONE'S DREAM

In deepest earth, Hades' majestic Queen

dreams a golden petalled dream

of Life beyond Her darkling realm,

of blessed blooming beyond the disquiet

of beasts and perishment,

of ceaseless torment.

An enheartening dream Kore dreams,

of Her yearly rite of passage,

of the arms that held Her newborn form,

that knew her first breath,

of the Mother whose grieving for her

captive daughter stopped

the Horae's perennial sacred process.

The sleeping Goddess' limbs

swing with the grace of primal rhythms,

as Spring's first steps

onto barren soil, for the vision of her 

rest traces Her propitious journey 

into the light of Elysium's Eyes, 

of Helios, Selene and Asteria,

of Gaea's rippling mirrors that shiver 

and scatter celestial radiance.

Anon shall you glide into the rapturous 

reign of blossoms and blooming, 

fair Persephone, wading through oceans

of gold and green, and we,

your votaries, shall speak our prayer

of thanksgiving beneath twilit skies

dripping grape and wine 

over a violet horizon.

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, 

Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

Image copyright and credit: Steven Spence

SPRING DAWN

A dream rests upon my window sill,

wrought of faeries' spells

and Earth's secret jewels revealed,

as an epiphany reified, 

a sacred covenant sealed,

spilling rills of blue, a sky-stained hue,

over gaily glutted, green-drunk glass 

aburst with blooming.

Nay, I shall not remain abed, this Dawn,

for each moment births a new light,

a new song that takes wing, 

soaring and diving into shadows high

and deep, as heralds of Spring.

Over thriving shoots Her laughter hovers,

Her cobalt lilt sparkling

as the storgic tones ringing through

garden and grove,

of Sun and birdsong, mother and Dawn,

engaged in mock affray,

waking all to the delights of the day,

this Day of Persephone and Blodeuwedd,

of ivory hours and violet dreams I shall

gather with abandon,

when colours wait upon the Goddess

in Nature's embrace,

the very air atremble with Spring's notes.

© 2016 Blossoms and Brume, Starlight and Song

Lilium Candidum

Image: STILL LIFE, VIOLETS

Source: www.rubylane.com

Artist: Frederick Fenetty