The Poetry of Ellin Anderson

WASSAIL SONG

Ellin Anderson
 

In summer orchards where a little child
Begged seeds of thistle in her treble coo,
As both her parents fluttered, shy and mild,
I asked, "What wisdom shall I write of you?"

They told me, "Numbers," and through golden fire,
I saw the sinking sun extend his reach
Deep into fall, but only through the squire
Whose touch becomes the glory of the peach.

With busy wings about the ripened fruit,
Sweet harlequins, you say the year is late.
Your choruses will warm the iron root
Of winter, and the revels that await

Kind eyes that share a drink of such accord,
An everlasting spring is their reward.
 

2010 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved.
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Dream
Young Barret O'Bara
Seabrook
Tiger and Blue Jewel

Winter's Hill
Maple-Key Song
November in Camelot

Veleda
Cinderella
The Rooster at Midsummer
Liberty Enlightens the People

The Leap
The Goldfinch
Three Bears
Song of the Lily
White Tree at Twilight
The Christmas Tree

Song-Sparrow
Grand Bois du Nord
The Owl
Moth Summer
Verticordia
The Little God of Joy
Pear-Petals
Photographing the Moon
A Rabbit
Rose, Do You Know
The Two Pining Bachelors
Lorelei
Persephone

Avalon
The Harvest Chorus
The Maple Mask
Ghost Cardinal

The Little Heath-Rose
Found
The Sorcerer's Apprentice
Song for the Harp

The Spinner
 
The Prayer of Cephalus
Circe and Ulysses
The Black Arts
Tristan and Isolde & Jupiter's Two Casks
Nectanebus

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