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Date Added: March 26, 2009 07:03:20 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Faerie Night

In my garden a snow clad silence
Laps at the quiet houses;
A broken cold front has opened the sky
To a sharp frost;
Saturn rides the ecliptic in stately serenity
And Sirius, a blue diamond solitaire,
Flashes low in the deep South.
Refrozen snow glitters in demi-moon magic;
As attendant stars twinkle to the notes
Of a faint song.

Looking up, the tendrils
Of my slender silver birch
Stretch up dark against moon misted sky.
Frozen December thawings cling to spring buds.
Each tear of icy dew
Encloses a tiny moon,
So that on each branch
Myriads of faerie lamps
Decorate the silver-poled canopy.

Is my garden this night the trysting place
For Lordly Oberon and beautous queen Titania
To celebrate their love?
Will fairies at command
Consecrate with their enchanted lamps of ice
My well loved house;
Blessing with sweet peace
Its several chambers and all who sleep within;
Then the owners of it now,
And those to come,
Ever shall in safety rest.
Author's Notes:
I saw a most beautiful and unexpected sight in my garden tonight - one I had never seen or noticed before though it must be common enough.
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Comment By: FreeCindy Bendel on August 5, 2009 02:33:11 PM Report
Why have I stayed locked away when there is such beautiful poetry to read from you my dear friend.

 

Looking up, the tendrils
Of my slender silver birch
Stretch up dark against moon misted sky.
Frozen December thawings cling to spring buds.
Each tear of icy dew
Encloses a tiny moon,
So that on each branch
Myriads of faerie lamps
Decorate the silver-poled canopy.

 

Perfection David.

Love ~Cindy xo

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on March 27, 2009 01:07:33 AM Report
David,
 Nature is the only Mother of peace...
 Love ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeLady Dragonwyck on March 26, 2009 10:03:04 AM Report

David:  this is lovely.  I am a Nature lover and this is just perfectly beautiful.  Blessing on your house, garden and family.   Thanks for sharing......


 


Lady Dragonwyck


 


Comment By: Freeb doneff on March 26, 2009 09:04:48 AM Report
Beautiful. I think we often look right over some things, being far too sunken in thought to actually see.
b





 


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