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