Some pre-season poetry...

[ellyssian]

I was out on the porch coding today (great thing about working from home!), and after every retrofitted program, I wrote down a poem that happened to be wandering through...

Solstice Dreams

“Tra la la,” they say,
and an old “Heave ho!”
for Winter comes
and Wisdom digs into the Earth Below.

From boughs on high
to the carpeted forest floor,
nuts and berries are ferried
to caverns where high forge-fires roar.

“Clink,” calls the hammer
and “clank” the anvil answers
for Winter comes,
and Halls are readied for ice-crystal dancers.

When the Trees descend and whisper secrets
as their Roots drink deep, the Singing shall begin.
When the snows lay heavy upon the forest
and the Earth drifts to sleep, the Feasting shall begin.

Still and silent,
on the surface it seems;
for Winter comes,
and soon enough it will be time for Solstice Dreams.


As the Winter descends

As the Winter descends,
blanketing us, but granting no warmth,
we turn within.

Inside our self,
our glance twisted into
introspection;
finding out how alone we are
when the world is shut off
and the screaming stops;
finding out how far we've grown
through the intervening year
and the nurturing seasons;
finding out how,
when, and pondering why
as the dreaming begins.

Inside our hearts,
our friends and family
gathered around us;
finding out how warmth builds
when the snows fall
and the whirling winds drift;
finding out how far we've
grown from those we once loved
and the caring has faded;
finding out how,
when, and pondering why
as the sleeping worlds shift.

As the Winter descends,
blanketing us, bringing warmth with the cold
as we turn within.


Frost Raven

Awaken
from a dream
and you're not there;
From my side you've flown
through the forests bare,
my heart clutched in your grasp.

Fly high,
Frost Raven,
across starlit skies.

Upon the sill you perched
as I lay in slumber,
and within my dreams you danced;
Worlds I've created for you
shimmer and fade
as you wander far away.

Fly away,
Frost Raven,
Away, my heart's desire.

Full moon glamour
glittering in my eyes
but no one can see what isn't there;
Through the darkness of Winter
I call to you, ignoring the answer
as the winds whisper goodbye.

Fly high,
Frost Raven,
Winter's tears she cries.

I touch the window pane
and feel the coldness of the glaze
you've left behind;
Caressed the land with your touch,
every blade of grass sings
with glassen tones but I melt alone.

Fly away,
Frost Raven,
Away from Love's fires.

Copyright © 2004 Everett A Warren