BEAUTY V

She paints the Dawn, ardent as Spring's

thrush, her godly brush flitting

as a note from Calliope's own lyre,

gliding at the pace of Summer's ripening

over fragrant grapes nestled

in Apollo's palms, their blood, redolent of

his vaulted realm, soon to grace

his Golden bowl.

Hovering hues weep and laugh through

her luculent meditations with

strokes and stains, silhouettes and shapes,

as she sways and twirls

to the rhythm of the Horae's song, kindling

turbulence and peace alike 

within Life and Being, for she is Nature's

second Soul, shining beyond the confines

of her mutable vessel.

At her feet the Nymphs and Muses kneel,

as their favoured children

of Parnassus and Earth, as with her sister

Truth she pens silver reams, 

these to adorn Time's sacred Book of Days.

Her luminous legacy she gives

unto Eternity, this omnipresent fount that

soothes the stricken spirit,

opens mortal eyes to wonder and divinity. 

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: JOYOUS SUMMER

Source: www.artrenewal.org

Artist: Philip Hermogenes Calderon