Mariangel

Her teeth white as milk
and a complexion so fair,
the spring sun doth now
tint her rich auburn hair,
as now the blush of youth
ripens to a comely grace and
all of Springtime’s pleasures
she does willingly embrace,
In the gladness of her face.

Summer comes glad to stay,
when she enjoys every hour
reposing in her lovers bower; 
and as time slowly extends,
in her beauty she finds content;
for all that is lovely and fair,
justly reflects what is there:
fields of new-ripened corn,
in the sunshine of her hair.

It was on an Autumn day
while she was looking away
at russet leaves now falling,
her latest young man’s love
took up his clothes and left,
leaving her for once bereft,
in her bed now softly crying,
as he rode away on his horse.

She combs her henna dyed hair,
as winter comes as a reminder
of all that’s been left behind her;
with no regretting or forgetting
of her many handsome lovers;
and while it may be just as well
she has finally capped the well,
sweet violets still grow around it.

           © D G Moody 2024

(Image: Four Seasons by Alfons Mucha courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)