Winter's Tale in Summer
Told
A sanguine moon hangs
o'er all
and paints the leaves
with dark intent.
The trees they shake
and bow their heads
in supplication, once
again.
Their boughs they
stretch to hide us all
from our own shame and
scarlet deeds.
But wait, all is not as
it seems
For there within the
glade so pure
there shines a light to
guide the soul,
and lead us through the
sorrowed times.
The creatures bay and
lap the dew
Atop the grass and
mellow ferns,
and snuffling like
truffle pigs
they hunt to stave off
hunger's teeth.
Their time upon this
earth so short
and then their passing
goes unmourned
Their body once again
returns
to soil that welcomes
every drop
of their own wild and
deep decay
that seeps into that
ground.
The light it moves with
sure intent
towards the dwelling by
the woods.
It's essence drawn by
candle-light
that shines through
windows specked with dust
Festooned with spiders
webs that gleam
Reflections from the
stars that shine
in majesty and glories
told
by each small shaft and
peck of light
The spirit has so
little time
it's message to convey.
Open up your rusting
heart
and throw the door
asunder now
Embrace the light that
stands before
your countenance and
calls to you.
Oh, when it filters
through your eyes
and seeps into your
tender heart
The tears will fall
like summer rain
as soft as thistledown
upon
your rosy cheeks so
fair with grace
and you will be
complete.
The light it comes but
once - no more!
Miss it, and the greed
inside
your bleeding heart
will eat you up
and leave you dry and
hollowed out
Like the husks from
summer's corn
The winds of winter's
dark despair
will scatter all you
hold so dear
to those four howling
deathly winds
and all that will be
left inside
is bitter, sore regret.
DH 2017
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