Maven

At long last, they surrender to the stillness of dawn
Risen from the ashes of a wind-war undone.
Aided by moonlight, the fierce combat unfurled
Between the howl of the north and a westerly whirl.
The most deafening of songs was further maligned 
By a night guarding wolf who, too, joined the choir.
At the first sign of daybreak the warlords withdrew,
A show of cowardice or perhaps a failed coup.

Spring lavender shoots, now tall as they may
Sprout up towards the heavens as if wishing to say:
A battle of winds, our stems will not break
For the balance of nature is critically at stake.
They stand in attention, donning lilac berets 
Gifting the fragrance of their ambrosial bouquet.
A vigorous buzz roves from bud to new bloom,
A connoisseur is sampling what soon she’ll consume.

No longer demure, the sun claims her place
Clouds know to retreat as the fog quickly fades.
She, the Mother of the Mother Nature we know,
Truth always revealed by her almighty glow.
While she presided over the wind’s feuding corps
She cast light on the evils of night washed ashore.
Not even our shadows can escape her firm gaze
Married forever to the crux of our ways.

She sanctions the birth of a most gentle breeze
While grazing my spine with the splendor of spring.
A tuned fountain drools as an olive branch swings
A dog standing guard as a duck spreads its wings.
Lizards withdraw as the warm rays subside
Twilight informing, my time too has expired.
Tonight may continue to harbor our strifes
The sun, ever eager to mend and shed light.

Mykonos, Greece, 2019
Photo by Alina de Albergaria
© pennedbyalina