Talley

feet

soles

pavement

pavement, pavement, pavement

a day

all night

and a day

bearing the standard

in sorrow

for honor

of no greater love

than i have ever seen

I would be his valkyrie

on pavement

for all to see

that they would bear also

the hero 

to

Valhalla

in their hearts

away from life

away from family

Love

which many still enjoy

because of his sacrifice

bear the standard

for his ideals

and their practice

in his agony

willingly chosen

shining drape

over mindless dark

one path oblivion

his path

Beacon

from now on

Unforgotten

©️Sylphide poem 2021

Inspired by the 24 hour long run undertaken by CU students and law enforcement personnel carrying both the American flag and the Thin Blue Line flag to honor Officer Eric Talley. He set the hero's example of rushing into danger to save people he never knew or will know now, because that was the duty he chose over a safer existence.

Hanging On

Hanging On

As Old Homicide starts to lose his grip

Fair sun is stealing more each day, gains ground

The grass greens and poseys start coming ' round

The ice and snow steady reduced to drips

Winter would cause one more stumble, a slip

Keeping you in his stiff frozen world bound

Covetous, with his dying breaths yet hound

Loathe to lose the taste of bluey cold lips

Though knowing his time from him is now ripped

His talent for hanging on does astound

When gentle warmth, Spring's victor prevails

There remains a few late frosts crystal-

dipped

Icicle dangerous daggers abound

Watching for the unwary to assail

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Flowers Protest

flowers protested

but now petals fall like tears

killing frost persists

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

New Season

New Season

Dance in the dells

Joy claims the feet

Winter is dispelled

Happiness is mete

Alive once more

Caressed in sun

Energized to the core

Begins now the fun

Birds singing for mates

At each new dawn

Spring keeping her date

The appearance of fawns

Butterflies awake

Box elder bugs flight

The ants' thirst is slaked

Bees on blossoms light

And we rise in song

That cannot be contained

The cold lasted so long

So glad we remained

©️Sylphide  poem/image 2021

Mom

I am

Beaming-Through-Clouds

So you may alpenglow

Be dispelled of

Coldmist wraiths

I am

Stable magick tree

So you may not dry in harsh sun

My hands open to you

With one thousand spring blossoms

I am

Warm water springs, cool snowmelt

So you may grow into chosen form

Be nurtured at your own pace

Among rainbows of steam and waterfall

I am

Beauty

Who loves your truth

All of it

Without condition💞

©️Sylphide   poem 2021