Adventus – by Ann Miller ©

Sunlight plays on dripping ice floes
Wolf cubs gambol by water
Silver fish dart in light and shadows
The great, cold waste gives over

Friends gather, raising prairie barns
for sweet hay and fragrant clover,
Children dance in flowing spirals
welcoming spring, welcoming summer

A minstrel strolls through city night
his lute singing to pulsing stars,
A soft breeze signs beneficent tidings
blown from the edge of new beginnings

An ancient tribe circles a prairie campfire
Old mysteries flare up from embers
They chant a way for flowering beauty
Words drift up like sparkling vespers