LABURNUM

Rident blossom cascades awakened 

me each May morning,

petalled lanterns winking and smiling,

beguiling one and all in

the late Spring sunshine, beckoning 

hearts to diurnal feasts of

colours and scents, of azure skies.

Nor wrenched, nor cadged were your

densely glittering strands;

it was as though golden bolides had

strewn trails of sparks;

these, breezes had strung into lit

garlands, into candescent 

drapes outside my darkened window.

We took our cues from clouds, sisters,

dimming our glow as our

skies darkened, that the deluge might

not quench our inmost

flames, nor leach our brightest hues.

How our spirits faltered, as

the capricious moon masked the sun!

This day, the sky is deepest cyan dusted

with gold; these colours of

home I view upon riven screens through

fluid veils of tears, blood and

broken dreams, as bokehs of forsaken

vignettes, of words and

                  music beyond my reach torment me.                  

Fulsome sounds of early Summer winds

speak solace and cheer;

the smooth roundness of their whispers

through water-laden leaves

soothes, a verdant sussurus reminisces.

Their tongues are diverse as the Seasons,

their tones varied as life’s delineations.

My childhood self I shall bequeath to May,

to early Summer, to hearts that

still believed. Man's Light is his life's tithe,

dearest sisters, its abode not

of his choosing. My memories alone I may

leave in your keeping, that my best

self might forever revel in your radiance.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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