Intermission

Season Song

Softly Isis sings in
rejuvenation of Spring.
Palpitations of
life-giving juices
gently pulse within
the swollen breast
of Mother Gaia.
Replenishing springs
slowly seep back to life,
as nature swirls and unfurls.

Adhesive heat of Summer
draws viscid sweat
from every pore.
Light, lucid and lustrous
shimmers and enhances
every street, every scene.
Intoxicating breath of Ra,
lingers as Luna basks in
illuminating afterglow.
While she shrinks and
reforms, nights grow cooler.

In Autumn Loki resides
amidst the fervent crimson sky.
Serenity beguiles,
a most seductive lie.
Colour fades to dusky tints
as nature sheds her skin.
The world settles, and sighs.

Buzz of static.
All is still
Silently
the land
slowly
decays.

Winter weaves its icy grip
into each crevice as
life contracts inside itself,
to shelter from the cold.
Light retreats, invitingly
gleams from cosy homes.

Biting winds and pouring rain,
who doesn't long for Summer
as bent, we push through the
wrath of natures bared soul?
Bitter, bleak, yet beautiful still.

And when the winds cease.
When the Ice Giants breath,
begins to wane and to ease.
Gently wafting on the breeze,
softly, Isis sings.