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

New Light

Newlight

Invert the hourglass

Same sand, different day

Gravity flowing

Warm your face

Advance your journey

Glow back

Embrace the joy

Because you still can

Even given light

To plan that track

Choose your own pace

All yours

Gifted again

And challenged

Carpe victoria!

©️Sylphide  poem/image 2021

Early Ones

Early Ones

The aconite

Beneath bare trees

Wake to the lengthening sun

Heralds of gladness

First feed the bees

Though winter is not done

Open to each other

Speak as they need

Seeds started, more than one

It matters not 

More snows received

The flowers have had their fun

Spring on its way

Winter's grip unseized

The Ice Queen's on the run

©️Sylphide poem/image 2021

Ode To Courage

NO I WON'T SHOOT INTO THE CROWD

The red-faced man screams his order

He is not my superior

He is the boss

The authority

The one I've always jumped for

I know beyond doubt he's wrong

I will not be wrong

I am agonized

But I will suffer anything but

The silence of a stranger's death

They defy authority

It won't be answered 

With murder

By me

By God!

©️Sylphide poem 2021

Beseiged

The gargoyle spouted molten lead

A last ditch defense of home

Attackers' screams echoed instead

Of the gentle birdsong we'd known

Greed and lust tore the world that day

Burned the crops almost ripe

Old Scratch laughed to have his way

Death dirges instead of highlander's pipes

The womenfolk held off the raiders

Those alive limped away quick

Our defeat lay in the fields beyond

The battle fallen, burned out wicks

The next enemy, fought every year

Harsh winter, old Homicide

Takes no quarter, mindless to icy tears

Unprepared now, woe betides

The babes at the breast must survive

The fires of homes will stay lit

Each innocent a victory kept alive

The vile dark staved off, we'll not quit

©️Sylphide 2021

Lenten Rose

mauve lenten rose blooms

catalysing a new spring

last snows unheeded