Pools of a Vernal Paradise - Obsequiae

Sodden floor of the woodlands

Scattered with severed petals

Beneficence of the Springtide

Observed by a younger sun

When all songs are heard

And buds are on the bough

The goddess' pale countenance

Reigns over all that grows

White as the footprints of Olwen

The flowering ash reveals

Sap of the sky-fallen manna

Harvested in the ancestress’s fields

Dull and faded ochre stains the landscape like iron

Pools of a vernal paradise

Reflect the splendors of the season

In a furious palette of iridescence

Where the Meliai bathe undisturbed

Light of equal duration

Radiance shown upon stone

Emanating aligned formations

Shadows cast a vernal unknown