A Chill Mystical Spell

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Missing the summer now winter is approaching

Submitted: October 04, 2014

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Three Quatrain poems: 4 lines to each - rhyme abab

 

A Chill Mystical Spell

Where are the songbirds that sang in the bowers
When summer’s gold rays warmed the fertile plain
And where do they shelter in bleak winter hours
How I long for them to delight me again

So hushed is the broad and beautiful expanse
Of the moorland, the mountain, wood, vale, and fell
The earth is slumbering in a hallowed trance
Under the thrall of a chill mystical spell

Deep in the forest, leaves, now summer is o’er
Lie peacefully sleeping in beds of decay
And wildflowers rest on the snow-mantled shore
Till winter’s gloomy mood has melted away

 


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