CROWN

Time bows before the Cosmic Trigon

upon this day of jewelled earth,

dewy amber and watercolour breezes,

for Nature, Light and Eye flow into

Oneness in Spring's embrace,

each contained within and without,

beyond memory and form.

A blossom wears the glow of its fruit;

the Oak calls to the unborn acorn

through sunlit catkin drapes, her arms

awaiting the warmth and waves

of plumes and birdsong;

wood violets dream of aery blue spreads,

as the Sun seeks his splendour

in the forest stream.

Creation's triumph crowns the glorious

merging of Path, Pace and Journey,

for she renews her noblest Instrument

this Season, sustenance and balm

of timeless conjuncts that heals

the birth-wound, eases the dying breath.

Hope she brings forth anew

into glorious Being, that Life may 

build a bridge toward Eternity.

© 2016 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image Credit and Copyright: Steven Spence