Mabon’s Daughter
Springs are gone, and summers end
Memories nourish compost of these days
And on your journey in your pathlife
You walk on leaves a soft wind lifts
Colors have changed and despite sweetness
Of silky bronzes and flaming reds
Light is there as at your early hours
It took like you, an incandescent rhythm
No need then of worthless turmoil
Of ignis fatuus playing versatile dances
Secretly, the flame, is hidden under ash
And now burns in a tender waltz
From morning mizzles to crackly thunders
Rain has pierced you, even frozen your heart
Let now the mist only refresh
Your face and your soul, just in a touch
A blight afternoon, with mossy smells
Where, brooding under humus, autumn flower ‘ll born
Bearer of learning from past seasons
With no regrets and doubts, then you’ll be yourself
Mabon’s Daughter – ENY