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
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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