Spring Runes

Autumn is now and soon winter clothes we will ware For now forest sings symphony of color and wind murmurs in hair But in this chestnut hail of fall I remember time where spring was in the air And it is it I wish to share When rain sweeping gently tells fairy tales of the old When river is choked off by marsh marigold When rainbow appears across the singing forest wonder to behold When buds begin to germinate that is when spring is about to unfold It is in that time as back from warm countries birds begin to fly When magic runes are written by lightning across the porcelain sky Spring is a happy and young child or girl whose charm one cannot deny Magic is wise grandmother who is thoughtful even if to show her face to the world is shy Magic of dark castle can bring the mind to higher realm If one can pass through the darkness to the magnified helm The sky above the swamp sucks the soul up to this realm The soul is growing expanding like by spring spirit magnified gem The runes are like in the heavens red crimson blaze The majesty and awe inspiring beauty of it will amaze To turn into porcelain like shine is next phase As one enters to boundless abyss beyond it the paradise of soul’s superhighways