Monday, February 22, 2010

Sombre Spring Moment

Gentle child of radiant light

Eostre’s kiss upon thy brow

Stretching limbs of green and white

As leaves appear on every bough

Sweet and gentle breeze of spring

Caress awake the flowers blooms

Returning birds in thine ears ring

As gentle rains do kiss the tombs

Of Ancients who have gone before

Mothers, Fathers, kin and friend

Names recalled in mind and lore

To guide us through to winter’s end

Where art thou, my love, my life?

Gone as with the snow and gloom.

Whence will thee return, my wife?

When death becomes your patient groom.

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