Wednesday

Following Saxon sword,
Pagan passage,
Through Christian place.
God for whom this day is named,
Ancient and mighty,
Lost to us his face.

Tuesday

Tyr,
God of justice,
Ruling fairly with single hand.
At Ragnorok, the right was lost,
Taken by lycan lord, Fenir.
At Asgards final stand.

Threads

Let the yarn be gathered up,
Those agile limbs, well learned.
Comb and card, with hands worn hard.
Labours prize is earned

Let me here take up my place,
Just like those fates of old.
Sit and spin, whilst gossiping.
Ages past were told.

Let me work upon my loom.
Thus our passions weave be spun.
Weft and warp, in bliss be caught.
Cloth of care begun.

Helios Wakes

Helios wakes,
From ancient slumber.
Spreading rays of healing light.
Beyold him,
Awesome, fearless.
The miracle of mornings sight.

Hail the Moon

Milk white face shimmers,
Embraced by blue velvet.
Within dreamy sigh, hung upon high.
In the night sky it is set.

Goodnight

When night lets down its veil,
Weary eyes close tight.
May sleep be as deep,
As your dreams are sweet.
And all your woes take flight.

Broad lies the field

Broad lies the field that yeilds its all,
Between reservoir and stone wall.
Clay is the toil turned soil again,
Carved with care and joy and pain.
Dark is the sky clad high in cloud,
Deep crafted by man, plain and proud.
Etched the land, this hand harvested,
Ever worked, season by and tested.
Forty the acre was created and farmed.
For over 3 hundred years been charmed.

Picking Blackberries

Picking blackberries with a stranger,
In the moments bliss, now lost.
Imperial purple stains the fingers,
And thus, my Rubican, was crossed.
Empires fall, as false friends must too,
But how great will be the cost?
Once fine, now tattered, fortunes cloth,
Is held in memories woven frost.