Under a star-bejeweled moon,
the lake as lady trembles
when winter’s hoary frost
her icy veil disembles.
Amidst the crackles of cooling ember,
embraced by a batch of wisdom,
written solace, decades past,
the watch ticks
the heart beats
the spirits sigh.
The elder gods quicken,
spring from trees
more ancient than this maiden.
They clap hands,
hold them high,
dance about her
silently
above
below.
Love this one!
Glad you did. Different than my normal fare, but must mix things up sometimes…
Two thumbs up!