The Four Maidens

Story by GuardianKing on SoFurry

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#1 of Poems

It brushes by a cool breeze in the spring... It shines like the solstice of summer... It falls like leaves in autumns... And it rests like snow of the winter...


The first maiden conducts

in her flowery dress

the song the birds sing

carried by the breeze.

By her side rests

a basket woven

by hand

filled to the brim

with buds

and blooms.

The second maiden

gazed at the

flowing river

in her blue robes

that did flow like the tide

alongside the cool wind.

She brings

fresh fruits

and fine wine,

tarps for the rain,

and water from the spring.

The third damsel strolls in

on her pumpkin carriage,

her dress snared in vines

and crusty leaves.

She carries

a rich harvest

by her side,

whistling a tune

of hard labor

and merry dancing.

The fourth lady

dresses in white,

a cloak over her eyes.

She holds out her trembling hands

to offer

silvery flakes,

cold winds,

and warmth by a

lonely fire.

The first damsel

offers the quiet lady

in white

bright flowers

and blooming buds

to give her silvery landscapes

color.

The second lady

gives the flowery maiden

fresh fruits

and warm winds,

cool rivers

that flow with fierce

currents

to move her lively landscapes

along.

The third maiden

pulls from her carriage

a gift for her

sister in blue:

rich harvests,

orange leaves,

hard labor,

and festivals

to fill her

warm nights

with song and dance.

Finally, the hooded damsel

blows her silvery flakes

over her sister's

carriage

to coat her bright,

colorful scenes

in white

and give the land she filled with song

the gift of

silence.

And when all gifts

exchanged hands,

the ladies gathered

around in a

circle.

With word they

vowed

to return once again.

For t'was not farewell:

their cycle had only

begun