The Wheel Turns

This is a little premature, but...

The song, so soft, reborn at last,

comes drifting through the Earth.

An icy chill as Old as Time,

the dark moon's dark rebirth.

 

The wind and rain come falling down

and drape the world in grey.

The skies resound with thunder-cracks

as ever gales doth sway.

 

The piercing rays of summer's light

diminish, fade, and cease,

and from the depth of winter's hold

the dark of night holds peace.

 

A mystic veil of twilight's weave

pervades the light of day,

enticing mists to sigh and dance

in rivulets of spray.

 

At long, long last the time arrives,

the lunar months of Yule.

The solstice brings its ancient Sight,

the silver, shining jewel.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[nostal]

Great poem. I absolutely loved it. My favorite line was:
and drape the world in grey

good rhyme:)

great fundamentals.

I love the imagery and color as well, very well painted.

a great piece.

[Jessica M.]

"the song... comes drifting through earth"
nice imagery,
nice write. :D

[Wildfleour]

YAY for Justin! I am thrilled that you took on the "challenge" and you did such a fine job with it, using your favorite muse - nature.

Now on to the villanelle, my friend! :)

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Beautiful ending to a foreboding tale in the beginning with great description. Enrapturing. Thank you for sharing your talent once again. I really enjoyed this one.
Light,
Siddartha

[Phoenix Alleena]

I really really love this. I knew from the first couple of lines
that it was about Yule. The imagery is awesome; the
choice of words only adds to how great this poem really is!

Congrats, Great Job, and keep writing!! ^__^