The hummingbird hovers, the goldfinch alights
A leafy green path ’neath the lofty pine beckons:
“Come ye to the woods, seek their earthen delights
where oaks count the hours and bright toadstools, the seconds.”Willow basket in hand, she heeds sylvan call
and wanders past foamflower and lowbush blueberry,
whispers welcome to trees, with a silent footfall,
she soaks up the magick of old forest Faerie.A lighthouse stands guard on the point, giving warning:
Wave-lapped rocks – sailors’ bane! – warmed by midsummer heat.
Her throne a moss pillow bedewed from the morning,
she rests, breathes in pine-scented air, soft and sweet.How wondrous the isle where the woods are enchanted!
How sparkles the sun on the diamond-like water!
How blessed is she in her sturdy white cabin,
where secrets are passed from wise mother to daughter!
Scenes from a Witch’s Cottage, Part 3
© 2017, Valerie Barrett
Here are two treatments of the same subject; I haven’t decided which I like better:
in creeps frosted light
December’s dark mist no more –
the pagan wheel turns
a frigid day dawns
months yet before the warming –
the turn of the year
“Haikus for January” © 2017 Valerie Barrett. All rights reserved.
a soft rain falls,
and twilight’s blue creeps in.
But we, like bees, have gathered
and now turn to.
Corn and rye, we’ve stacked the barley;
but there are damsons to put up,
and apples will be scrumpy before the final frost ̶
much still to do!
’Though at even’s veil we trim the wicks,
scrape chairs ’cross flags and sit close,
content the plough’s at peace and we are warm,
mending our nets by the fire.
“At the close of an early autumn day” © 2016 Valerie Barrett. All rights reserved.
the soft subsidence
of summer; sharp-scented thyme
a dried memory
“Summer’s End” © 2016 Valerie Barrett. All rights reserved.
hot rock meets shade — ah!
in cool starry green, soles sigh
granite’s soft pillow
“Moss” © 2016 Valerie Barrett. All rights reserved.