Hail, bright crescent, when fiddleheads uncurl
and marigolds dance in yellow by marsh.
Wood anemone casts carpets of pearl,
and though greening prickers make deer-paths harsh,
new songs echo from wood-pecker and thrush;
red maple wears a shawl of crimson blooms.
Purple trillium unfolds with a rush.
At hemlock roots, fields of puffball mushrooms
send up clouds of spores on early spring breeze.
Two snakes twine a stick by a sacred pool.
Days are almost hot, and nights no longer freeze,
though breath steams out in clouds at evening’s cool.
What fairies did dance in moonless delight
that now wonders appear, almost overnight?
Glad you liked it.
Dear Contessa,
Thanks for the armsful of love. It’s needed these days. I’m so busy at school, and while I’m having fun and doing things of interest to me, it’s definitely harder than it should be. It’s good to get praises on this project as I work my way through the year.
Be well, sweetheart.
This one is breathtaking for me as well.
You captured the essence of my tradition here, laddie.
Thank you!!!!!
Two arms full of love, and a kiss on your forehead from the stars…
-t.
This one is breathtaking for me as well.
You captured the essence of my tradition here, laddie.
Thank you!!!!!
Two arms full of love, and a kiss on your forehead from the stars…
-t.
Glad you liked it.
Dear Contessa,
Thanks for the armsful of love. It’s needed these days. I’m so busy at school, and while I’m having fun and doing things of interest to me, it’s definitely harder than it should be. It’s good to get praises on this project as I work my way through the year.
Be well, sweetheart.