The Poetry of Ellin Anderson


Ellin Anderson

Now that the old year is fated to die,
All of Earthís colors have fled to the sky.
Heraldry of the cold season can give
Winterís war-weary a reason to live. 

Crushed and held down by the snow and the sleet,
Ranks of the roses must fall in retreat,
Yet where the sunset flaunts auburn and gold
Bravely in banners, the blood is made bold. 

Far to the west, where all visions depart,
Clouds give the twilight its rich purple heart.
Sinks the last jewel, as the shadows fall back;
Night slams the gauntlet down, leaden and black. 

Dawn lies in wait, as we rush towards the sun
On Earthís geometry, riding as one
Into the Spring, where the morning will shear
Streamers for Easter, the crown of the year. 

Trumpets cry out, but we scarcely have slept,
Sure in our hearts of the promises kept
When the bright pageant that never shall fade
Vaults from the earth as it flew from the shade!

Now that the old year is fated to die,
Searching for color, we look to the sky
From castles of cold that our Maker designs,
Ice on the river and snow on the pines.

© 2014 by Ellin Anderson. All rights reserved.
No part of this work may be copied or used in any way
without written permission from the author.

St. Patrick's Day
Tiger and Blue Jewel

Winter's Hill
Maple-Key Song
November in Camelot

Wassail Song
The Rooster at Midsummer
The Leap

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

Grand Bois du Nord
The Owl
Moth Summer
The Little God of Joy
Photographing the Moon
A Rabbit
Rose, Do You Know
The Two Pining Bachelors

The Harvest Chorus
The Maple Mask
Ghost Cardinal

The Little Heath-Rose
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

Home Page

More Poems by Ellin Anderson

The Little Mermaid
Anne's Hearth