AWAKENING

Faerie blooms, Candlemas bells,

daughters of the returning

Sun's first rays, early Spring's 

nascent glow you hold,

the first whispers of Her longing.

Soft as a babe's breath you emerge

from the frosty Great Below,

clothed in Winter's pure white gold,

crowned with hope's verduous

jewels, heads bowed in reverence to

this sacred Awakening.

With Her niveous tints painted, o'er

her luminous canvas a misty

veil you cast, that she may, now

vanquished, retreat unperceived 

into Time's ancient womb.

Angels' tapers, shower your gentlest

beams 'pon fair Persephone's

path, in tenderest hues clad 

her advent hail, ere Springtide's glory

sets Nature ablaze, ere her

vibrant, perfumed vesture blinds and

befuddles all Creation.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: FAIR MAIDS OF FEBRUARY
Source: www.pinterest.com
Artist: John Atkinson Grimshaw