A Vision of Sophia, Michaël, and the Dragon

Behold! Before the Æons were engendered Long before the worlds were first conceived, The still white Light (Aur) alone Had infused all primordial space, And there was no vacancy in that unbounded place, But all was filled with infinite and æviternal Light, And many ages past unnumbered, blissful, resplendent. Then there arose within that archetypal…

Sonnet (8): Harvest Moon

ABOVE the hills, a rising amber face Keeps quiet watch on the descending gloam. A perfect silence falls about the place; The weary workers bend their footsteps home Homewards on their paths, well-wrought, of trodden loam, That wend along through fertile fields of grain; The stalks a-bowed beneath the burthen sweet Of fruit, full-ripe by…

Sonnet (7): Storm-Crow

High-hollow wastelands, plains, and wind-whipped heights, That howl and whisper in the raging nights Of airy voices born of forms unseen That pierce the soul like silver Highland skeans. Above the din stands Storm-crow, Lord of Light Bending elements, contending terrible might, He disputes his nemesis, Faerie-queen. And dancing through the midnight dark demesnes Heedless…

Sonnet (6): The Goldening Hour

At last, how summer’s verdant slumber-shroud Is lifting, Nature’s secret revelation A-shining forth in conflagration Bold-proclaimed, in colours loud Vermillion, orange, and gold that’s proud Exult: the season’s peroration Proclaiming Earth’s transfiguration Beneath the drifting autumn clouds, And further still to subtle vapours high To minds that span the widths of space To silent stars…