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Winter Seed
- Winter Seed -
For Grace (Idryad), in her time of sorrow…
When I look out, upon the winter ice and snow,
Blanketing what once was green and beautiful…
I find myself crying when the winds loudly blow.
And in the silent moments when all is very still…
I think of you, Grace, worlds away and so lonely.
Lady Grace who is so proud, strong, and sweet!
When I despaired, you tried oft to comfort me…
And now I must comfort you, for time is so fleet.
Do you remember my talk of my lovely gardens?
How all the tiger lilies blossom and roses bloom!
I know how loneliness stings and never pardons,
The shining spirit, that dances beneath the moon.
Cry on my shoulder, and let me help you stand…
Sometimes we walk through Hell to find Heaven.
My gardens are frozen now, under the icy land…
But springtime comes, so they will rise up again!
You are like a garden, Grace, filled with beauty,
And you will rise from your despair like an angel.
I know you as a woman of strength and dignity…
Your words ring clear and true like a temple bell.
Now let my words be your beacon of pure light!
I whisper them as the wind outside has its’ hour.
When darkest seems the day, loneliest the night,
Think of me dearest soul, and a garden’s flower.
So many I loved are gone and I seek love anew,
Despairing sometimes, weeping into my pillow…
Feeling small beneath the heavens so azure blue!
And, this time of year, I want to curse the snow,
For robbing me of the green, that brings me joy.
But that green is within my heart, where it exists,
Despite the oppression of this winter’s chill ploy.
Let my shoulder be your garden, so it persists…
That peace, you long for, that comfort you need.
To help you to rise, so that you might never fall!
A garden can bloom from a humble winter seed.
Spring always rises to break winter’s cold wall!
Let my seraphic wings shelter you, lady Grace,
As those wings did, doubtless, in ancient days!
In your darkest despair, picture my loving face,
And be warmed by it as by the summer’s rays.
You were there, for me, when I had despaired,
Writing me lovely poetry to ease my torments…
So weep not long, and be not too sadly scared.
I still do sometimes wear white gauzy garments,
And I still sometimes color my hair raven black.
For that is how your vision first saw me of old…
So, let my deep love take your spirit on back,
To a time when your spirit felt much more bold.
The winter is long, but frost need not stick!
In my garden there is room for many hearts,
You are welcome in it no matter the weather.
So until this terrible winter season departs…
Let a seed of joy slumber, an angel’s feather:
In your heart, planted by my spirit’s music.
For Grace (Idryad), in her time of sorrow…
When I look out, upon the winter ice and snow,
Blanketing what once was green and beautiful…
I find myself crying when the winds loudly blow.
And in the silent moments when all is very still…
I think of you, Grace, worlds away and so lonely.
Lady Grace who is so proud, strong, and sweet!
When I despaired, you tried oft to comfort me…
And now I must comfort you, for time is so fleet.
Do you remember my talk of my lovely gardens?
How all the tiger lilies blossom and roses bloom!
I know how loneliness stings and never pardons,
The shining spirit, that dances beneath the moon.
Cry on my shoulder, and let me help you stand…
Sometimes we walk through Hell to find Heaven.
My gardens are frozen now, under the icy land…
But springtime comes, so they will rise up again!
You are like a garden, Grace, filled with beauty,
And you will rise from your despair like an angel.
I know you as a woman of strength and dignity…
Your words ring clear and true like a temple bell.
Now let my words be your beacon of pure light!
I whisper them as the wind outside has its’ hour.
When darkest seems the day, loneliest the night,
Think of me dearest soul, and a garden’s flower.
So many I loved are gone and I seek love anew,
Despairing sometimes, weeping into my pillow…
Feeling small beneath the heavens so azure blue!
And, this time of year, I want to curse the snow,
For robbing me of the green, that brings me joy.
But that green is within my heart, where it exists,
Despite the oppression of this winter’s chill ploy.
Let my shoulder be your garden, so it persists…
That peace, you long for, that comfort you need.
To help you to rise, so that you might never fall!
A garden can bloom from a humble winter seed.
Spring always rises to break winter’s cold wall!
Let my seraphic wings shelter you, lady Grace,
As those wings did, doubtless, in ancient days!
In your darkest despair, picture my loving face,
And be warmed by it as by the summer’s rays.
You were there, for me, when I had despaired,
Writing me lovely poetry to ease my torments…
So weep not long, and be not too sadly scared.
I still do sometimes wear white gauzy garments,
And I still sometimes color my hair raven black.
For that is how your vision first saw me of old…
So, let my deep love take your spirit on back,
To a time when your spirit felt much more bold.
The winter is long, but frost need not stick!
In my garden there is room for many hearts,
You are welcome in it no matter the weather.
So until this terrible winter season departs…
Let a seed of joy slumber, an angel’s feather:
In your heart, planted by my spirit’s music.
Published 27th Jan 2013
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Anonymous
28th Jan 2013 00:06am
I think Grace will love this poem of yours, Jessica! She has been through so much in life, and needs such love and warmth as your garden... and heart... can give. Blessed are you for your kindness, for kindness is its' own reward! :)
28th Jan 2013 4:03am
Thank you so much, dearest Laurie! Your words to me are likewise filled with kindness, as always. Walk in the light, soul of the stars! :D
Anonymous
28th Jan 2013 00:43am
This is a beautiful poem, it is sweet that Grace has such a good friend as you, Jessica.
28th Jan 2013 4:06am
My deepest thanks, Angel! Grace is one of my very dearest friends here, and I am happy to offer her comfort in the hard times. You are likewise a most lovely person, and you have my compassion in your difficult times as well, darling angel. :)
28th Jan 2013 3:07am
Thank you Jessica dear for being with me in many ways through the circles and cycles of life. And for this poem, thanks for the encouragement and love.
28th Jan 2013 4:08am
It is my sincerest pleasure, beautiful Grace! For you are beautiful, and must never feel otherwise no matter the ghosts of the past or the fears of the future. I am happy to warm your heart during this cold winter season, if only in this humblest of ways.
