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| Floating Seaweed by Fay Collins at Fay Collins Art |
All the thoughts of blue
Dance in the light of the waves
Sapphires rolling and splashing
Into periwinkles and blueberries
Bursting open with ocean sprays
Of alabaster foam
And falling into aquamarine pools
Rising and falling with the tide
Stretching out azure fingers
To catch the cornflower dripping sky
Written for dVerse.
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| Photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash |
Snow queen sits upon her throne
Holding winter in her hands
Dreaming of frost and hailstones
She pours diamonds on the land
Seeds of crystal fluttering down
Like regal swan feathers
Adorning the earth in a wedding gown
She smiles at such fair weather
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| Photo by Ruben Ortega on Unsplash |
The holiest of all holidays is this:
When the dawn of the Resurrection starts,
And the lost ones return to our hearts
When the full river of feeling is bliss
Happy day! To greet my babe with a kiss;
Exquisite joy that never will depart!
Finally, your smiles, your giggles impart
A remedy; and secret grief dismiss.
White as the gleam of an advancing sail,
White as the cloud above the rafter,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
This forthcoming memory will hail,
The beginning of happily ever after
Lovely and real, no longer a dream.
A reply to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's "Holidays"
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;—
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;— a Fairy Tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.
Written for dVerse.