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