Aconites gazing into the sun
'neath catkins dangling,finely spun
Awakened mammals desert their holes
rummaging midst the hazel boles
Long twilight days in winter's shade
tomorrow..brings snowdrops in the glade
Mary arrived to be purified
in the holy Temple where did reside
Anna and Simeon
who each had a vision
of Jesus to be shared and magnified.
Mary heard their child would be a sign
for the fall and rise of many in time,
revealed as the light
for gentiles delight
bringing salvation by God's design.
Luke 2.22-38
40th day for messenger of God
He is the only true world's mode
The christianity celebrates as holy day
Almighty is 'Jesus Christ' by the way
The touch of 'Jesus' made man holy
Water holy, city holy & christianism holy
He gives the message for true humanity
'Candlemas' is the day for true humanity
Greatness of mother Mary's womb
It's a great holy worshipping tomb
Greatness of father Joseph's prays
A leader for humanity here can stays
Greatness of holy place Bethlehem, Israel
Wherever 'Jesus' goes there's always smile....
dampness and dolour
cold dark days disappear-
begone,winter fear
Candlemas is today 2nd Feb
Trees
begin
to bud as
Winter turns to
Spring
Ekphrasis Spatewinter by Alfons Walde
http://www.beyars.com/partner-objekt_84900_walde-alfons-1891-1958.html
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Aconites gazing into the sun
'neath catkins dangling,finely spun
Awakened mammals desert their holes
rummaging midst the hazel boles
Long twilight days in winter's shade
tomorrow..brings snowdrops in the glade
Midst
hedgerows
turning green-
nature's pastiche
slowly awakens from its winter sleep.
Hallows Eve to Candlemas,
the sun now turning south,alas;
November sombre,December dark,
January,February cold and stark.
Catkins litter the forest floor,
beeches shed their leaves galore.
Gales melange the mix,as decay brings
nature's bionomics.
Hexagon pointed stars move and shift ,
into a patterned powdered drifts.
Rain filled days of slush and muck,
webs on shards of gossamer
stuck.
Twilight months in winter shade
until the snowdrops matamorphise
in the glade.
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