myth – Leaf And Twig

February Narcissus

winter gazed
upon her own reflection
in the river

rain in sunlight
bright meadow flowers
before the dark woods

a needle prick
a spot of blood
King James’ wife’s
labor of love

the red fern grows
in the snow

At the sacred spot
you will reach a delicate fence
of frost frozen flowers.

golden wands
adorned with dewdrop diamonds
tools for casting a spell of beauty

The gnarled tree
holds the history and tells the story
of the woods.

Listen closely.

Trojan warrior of the flower pot
with shield leaves and blossom helmet.
Slayer of slugs, pepper is your arsenal.

Heads held high
they search the meadow for true love.
William Sweet William where can you be?

Only during the solstice
is the veil between the worlds thin enough to see
where fairies hang their dancing shoes.

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