rise and root



The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

"When birds fall from the sky and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people...shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. they will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow"

Hopi Prophecy

such beautiful words...

Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough windes do shake the darling buds of Maie,
And Sommer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd,
And every faire from faire some-time declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternall Sommer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that faire thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternall lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.


merry meet

my introspection continues and i don't feel like writing much today...but i always feel drawn to making a daily post, i suppose to put my mark on the day.
a mark i can return to, to remind me of the day.

so today i give you some Shakespeare, the orignal 1609 version with its wonderful spellings.

i love this sonnet
i love the rhythm of it as you read it
i love going back to an older language

what i find particularly interesting is that it is now generally accepted, and very unusual, that the person speaking these words and the person listening are both male.

this is one of 154 poems written that follow and celebrate Shakespeare's friendship, the nature of which has never been stated, with an unknown young man.

1 comment:

Alison said...

I love that sonnet as well...nice to see the original version.
Take care,
Alison x

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Chief Seattle

Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France