#mabel simpson

[violettesiren]

This golden tree, Bereaved of breath, Proclaims her unbelief In death.

Arrested with Her leafy spray Upon her, she Remembers day—

Until our fainting Eyes declare There is a movement Through the air

More subtle than The summer's flight. This burst of boughs! This light! This light!

This Golden Tree by Mabel Simpson

[violettesiren]

The village in the moonlight seems Asleep within a world of snow, The snow of silver seen in dreams, And half forgotten, long ago.

There is no sound across the night, No leaf that stirs, no wind that sighs, Only this flood of silver light, On meadows silver as the skies.     

The Village in the Moonlight by Mabel Simpson

[violettesiren]

I heard a meadow breathing grass On a silent summer day; I saw a glimmering insect pass, And a petal drop away. I laid my cheek against the ground— My joy was sharp as a grief! The wind went by with a lovely sound, And the night fell like a leaf.

Vesper by Mabel Simpson

[violettesiren]

The dew upon The leaf now lies, Now to her home The sparrow flies, And vaster are the embodied skies.

There is a mist On every blade, Sleep wanders where The swallow played, Pale shadow over all is laid.

Oh, grief could leave No burden now Upon the drifting Willow bough, For what has been And what is not Are both within this peace forgot.

The Dew Upon by Mabel Simpson

[gobblechopstv]

Happy Canada Day!