Bending to Your Fancy

Winter’s willing bride again cradles the looking glass which Spring, as maiden, held seeming moments ago … dewy instrument of visage fortunes, the lullaby of seasonal bitter brace … Her fair sun portrait now locked in Sisters’ crystal orb, birch lace, and paper mittened graces … She stands whole in the disillusions of Persephone’s interrupted resurrection … the flocked seasons of red wheat, Her crown … pale as the wash with which She holds time bridled, bitten, and seeking … Her soul engulfed in the creation of brindle frost and frond the Love only the Poet and His Poem alone are able to awaken and possess … He reigns over Summer’s fire and Autumn in its stolen wonder … She whisper’s to the night’s fragile ebony tangle … Yours … Now … Sometimes … and Ever …

© 2017 cdd All Rights Reserved


One comment

  1. Yes, Blackberry jam and Easter Eggers sunrise yokes at Dawn’s display … ornaments of gleaming sea glass. speaking through the oracles only the candle light carries …sage secreted night settles velvet dew to witching want … and the forest plays show and tell accordingly …

    Bright Blessings.and Gratitude for your Glory words … Carla..


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