ELEMENTAL:

Where those windswept seasons of the silica´d dunes,                             

Where the gold autumnal gowns of the iced clad moons,

Where cold winter fists of those southern climed Junes,

Where Pan plays his horned pipes of the green forest tunes,

Where old winter Druids chant, & toss their ancient runes,

Where old men & babes lose their minds, kites & red balloons,

It´s where all fly & disappear over the ocean´s rampant fumes.

It´s the lashing drips of the grey & wailing tear-dropped rain,

It´s the slow drops rolling down spring´s crocus´d window pane,

It´s where the pale frowning sun peeps with misguided distain,

It´s where the mistrusting promise of the moon´s ebb & wane,

It´s where rivulets into rivers & streams run down into old lanes,

It´s where the witches dance their dilly herbs into dizzy domains,      

It´s where the chanting, spelling & magic disappears in old refrains.

The hardened, white, silent & iced winter frosting, glazed in snow,   

The air is quiet, nothing moves, nothing breathes, all so still & slow,

The birds stilled, silhouetted upon the painted sky as they fly & go,

The waters, frosted & icy, stopped in their tracks & no longer flow,

The beasts deep asleep in mossy caves & leafy, cold stony hollow,

The tiny creatures, every little one, buried, dreaming, dark below,

It´s where little seeds stay, under the earth & starts slowly to grow.

Suddenly, exploding & bursting in its golden glory, out comes the sun,

The gilded orb causing all creatures to wake, yawn, stretch, scuttle & run,

Birthed, peeled, cracked, shedding & all ready for new life with all its fun,

The earth awakening, waiting for new shoots to emerge, appear & come,

Out into the open, every one, breaking through old cobwebs, winter spun,

That strumming heartbeat of a new summer, throbbing like a beating drum,

Heralding rebirth, paying homage to new life, welcoming each & every one.