Yule's Transformation

The Sun grows old. His fervor spent.
Sol’s weakened rays now fade.
How beautiful His last glow sent
Of amethyst and jade!

As prism colors wilt to night,
Revealing the demise,
Earth grieves the Matriarch of Light.
Devoid of warmth, She cries.

In darkness, Gaia’s tears of mourn
Transform to labor pain.
A solar son will soon be born
To bring forth warmth, again.

Late morning brings maternal bliss,
An infant sparks the day.
Behold, a babe of luminous,
To melt the frost away.

Copyright ©2005 Vivian G. Harriman

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Anonymous said…

Oh Ivey it's beautiful.. very touching!!

9:20 PM

Fairies (A Poem)

Lacey wings dance from blossom to blossom, So exquisite, yet elusive. Should my hand reach out or my face be seen, They disappear. In slumber, their tiny feet Tickle my nose and lips; But like dreams, they only tarry while I sleep And flee with the opening of eyes. Copyright ©2004 Vivian G. Harriman

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