SoonTide

[helen99]

The forest slightly parts its darkened leaves
The Sentinel waits in the shadow of the great trees
and gazes toward the grey peaks reaching skyward in the far lands...
He hears the music across the foothills,
and the hillside is brightened with a song of color and light
A Company approaches, for it is the time of the Festival
The Festival of SoonTide
to celebrate the Joy that is Soon to Be
The Sentinel sounds the Welcome Call
and the Songs and Stories
of Remembrance,
of Re-meeting,
of SoonLight
Commence

Comments

[jolantru.livejournal.com]

Don't know why - but I feel like ending the poem off with a long low howl. Fantastic.


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