Lullaby for Spring
Sleep, my sweet, my lovely one,
From dusk until the rising sun
Paints morning roses blushed with dew;
Let comfort bless the night, and you,
Awaking, bless with joy the ray
That, opalescent, breaks this day.
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Beautiful, warming and comforting.
Thank you, my sweet!
Sweet. I almost miss those days…almost. Where fore art thou, oh Spring!
We’ve seen serious hints of spring here for over a month already–but the lawn-mowing guys just told me to wait at least another week before trying to start the sprinklers: yesterday it got to freezing temps again. Crazy weather everywhere! Hope you’re getting some good sunshine despite the cold. 🙂
So lovely, Kathryn…
I’m glad you enjoyed it, my dear! xo
Your images and words are like a ballet.So beautifully aligned and synchronized.
What jumped out at me are your words, ” Awaking, bless with joy the ray.” What is it about awakening that is so joyful? How could we shift the joys of our dreams into our waking moments?
Shakti
Thank you very much, dear Shakti! I suppose that is one of the truly eternal questions: how to make our best dreams a reality. Thanks for reading and commenting! Kathryn