Circlets And Ringlets Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Circlets and ringlets surround me today
Feelings long shrouded are strewn on the way
Zephyrs and swallows entwine as they play.
Is it then spring or a Fools Gold reprieve,
Cold dusty winter just sifting its sieve?

It’s been quite a while since crocuses bloomed
Yesterday’s heartaches though faint now, yet wound
Tomes of my heart in hard leather are bound
Bidding forbidding remembrance of old
Halting my footsteps though petals enfold.

Seasons unending oft trampled my loves.
Blue jays, pert sparrows and gentlest of doves
Sang as my gold in cold palms turned to dross
Circlets of youth and sweet ringlets were lost.
When will I know what price and what cost?

Is it too late for Iliad’s rhymes,
Odysseus’ nectar, Dionysian fields?
Are these plebeian, harsh bronze covered shields
Pounding and squeezing small seeds in my soul
Haunting my dreams of a hope all too real
Solemn hot wax by a Roland to seal?

Circlets and ringlets surround me today
Feelings long shrouded are strewn on the way
Zephyrs and swallows entwine as they play.
Is it then spring or a Fools Gold reprieve,
Cold dusty winter just sifting its sieve?