the antique sun
continues to shine
as I keep time
by counting
each beat of my heart
♥
the wee faerie king
with a flutter
of aureate wings
signals its time to depart
♥
the halycon breeze
whispers
through the trees
promising us a fresh start
♥
~Melanie Blackwell
Oh, how lovely. I can fell it begin. Beautiful. “…the wee fairy king,” sigh…such fabulous words…promise of good things to come.
Nothing but good things 🙂
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Thank you
Enchanting. I particularly enjoyed the first stanza.
Thank you so much Miranda 🙂
Beautiful words, melanie, it gave me a painting in my head, i especially liked this part :”the wee faerie king
with a flutter
of aureate wings
signals its time to depart”
Thank you I’m so glad you liked the imagery…you paint such lovely word paintings that I’m always pleased by your appreciation.
“antique sun” – I love that image 🙂
🙂 Ya know that was the original phrase that popped in my mind…I actually changed it a couple times but then went back to it. It just felt right 🙂
Great imagery! I love the word “wee” it is so endearing to see when you mention the Faerie King. It makes me love him all the more for it. Adorable and lovely!
Thank you so much for stopping by. I’m glad you enjoyed your visit 🙂
All of these are beautiful…such a lovely portrait of beginning anew
Thank you 🙂 I’m looking to Spring 🙂
Can you swoon for poetry? I think I just did!
Aww, thanks! That makes me happy 🙂
Now that’s what I’ve been missing lately! There’s everything here, imagery, word choice, emotion and construction. I could feel antique sun waking up freckles on my nose. And everything slows down while we befriend one thought per heartbeat. Ah, fresh starts…
You flatter me, sir. 🙂