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