An Abiding Efflorescence
'Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.' Song of Songs
Uriel's Token
To capture images
of a summer garden
is like culling fruit
to preserve and savour
parade on the screen-shelf
fit for winter, when sap drains
colour shrinks from truant sun,
and the fulsome songs of birds
and fevered insects are muted
This once was
and will be again
an ever-amplified rebirth
Though sticks of winter
cringe in silent frost
bones ache in cruel winds
that claw at heartbeats
and circumvent the frame
cocooned in quilting,
the Archangel of Summer
will one day appear
and reveal his abiding realm
©RosyCole2019

from Mysteries of Light, Poems through a Prism