Softly, from her slumber...

My forest is stirring.  Quietly, in the thin light, the trees and plants are remembering.  Soon they will shake out their new spring clothes, light and delicate. Birds move among them, heralding their return. Now, new blue faces greet me each day, among their snow-white cousins outside my door...

Slow, from darkened hold,

Reaching sunward, slim green arms.

Gentle Scilla wakes.

Autumnal Overtures

With the advent of the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, the weather has turned in my forest, bringing the tang of woodsmoke and shifting colours in her burnished cloak...

Sunkissed trees, light dims.

Leaves flutter in cold breezes

As the season turns

Daily Haiku

With the weather turning back to a sodden grey sky and the forest drenched, my inspiration seems to have waned... 

No sunshine today!

How empty is my mind’s eye

Devoid of bright things

Later in the day...

Haven't had much opportunity to compose today, but I always have time for Haiku... Returning to my study this afternoon, I find:


Sunlight through tree, leaves

Shadows dancing on my desk.

Frail lace of dryads

Sif Dreaming

Sif, the second wife of Thor, is the lady with the corn-gold hair. Some sources state that she has the gift of prophecy, although this is not mentioned in the Eddas. 

I find the sonnet both challenging and rewarding for its structural limitations, but found it fit the melding of ancient and classical modes of poetic delivery. Though this is a stylistic deviation of this curtal sonnet from the traditional English form, it'll suffice for now - I will revisit it in time...

Continuing my reworking of Norse myth, I offer one of Sif's prophecies. 

The Götterdämmerung

Thrice the white Shroud falls, Moon and Sun are dimm'd,

O’er wights that flee before dark blades of kin.

Bright toothed, the horn’s song answers cry and string

When Fen-dweller the fetter’d link doth break

The earth, as sea to Coils unravelling.

And Great vessels set to grim purpose, sail,

To bring all death to ride the Battle’s Shake

Who herald this Gold-glimps’d Twilight fate.

With Fire and Ice darts Shifting treachery;

Then Bravery shall fall and so shall we.