GRAVEN

Why bemoan the frozen spout

'neath petrified earth?

Droplets of foregone melodies

thread veiled folding

patterns, comfort and restore.

Why anoint the ground with your

cyan stained tears? 

Earth now paints in black and

white. Her rest she

would spare the chaos of hues

and textures, of sounds

and smells, as she mourns the

year's passing. Let 

your soul's portals splash their

tints onto Spring's canvas.

Blinding snow and sleet spell

out the dread of

nothingness, of aimless rambling.

Hoary skies peer into

the woods, seeking stray shards

of lost blue they

would now reclaim. Alas, fleecy

palls enshroud

Earth's treasures, as their kinfolk

bedim the grandeur

of their own periwinkle swathes.

Time slows in the waxing dark,

longings deepen

for things remote, for open roads

downy dunes now

render grey, impassable, forlorn. 

Yet, the robin sings, the cornus

and viburnum flower,

sway in welcome to pellucid wisps

that peep through 

ragged leaden billows, breathing

the hope that lies 

forever graven in Life's own heart.

© 2014 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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