Lady of the Woodland~

Lady of the woodland

A shy beauty disguised,

Walks alone through the wood

A shadow to your eyes.

Invisible if it be her wish,

The moon is her guiding star,

She roams the darkened trees

During the midnight hours.

Hooded in black sky,

Cloaked in Winter starlight

A warrior, a dancer,

A nymph of the night.

Like leaves of nightshade:

Feared by much,

Lovely to look upon,

Yet lethal to touch.

A deadly beauty to behold,

The mist at her command.

She drifts on through the fog-

Lady of the woodland.

© Hannah Scarlett 2012

A Flame in the Night~

Oh, little fire,

Little friend in the dark,

When e're I am lonely, you are at my command

With the single strike of a spark.

Your warm glow pulses,

Your crimson flames dance,

You are my refuge,

My comfort, my chance.

Elusive flickering fingers,

On a cold winter's night-

You are there to warm me:

My hope and guiding light.

You illustrate a swarm of fireflies,

With an upward shower of sparks;

You lick up any substance,

Dry leaves, twigs, and barks.

Promise me you'll never leave,

But guard me always through the night,

A caster of ghostly shadows,

Always strong, and ever bright.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011

Night~

(I was assisted in the writing of this poem by my little 8-year-old sister, Ella.)

In the west,

The sun sets,

And darkness claims the land.

The moon so pale,

The sky is veiled,

And night extends her inky hand.

Birds cease their call,

A sign of nightfall,

Tucking their heads 'neath a warm wing.

All is still,

Stars shine o'er the hill,

And near the pond the peepers sing.

Oh, how silent-

Oh, how lovely-

The robin in her nest.

Oh, how calm-

Oh, how peaceful-

The way night brings us rest.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011

The Cat~

With eyes of amber,

With paws of grace,

The cat stalks in shadow;

Her heart beat steady-paced.

Her paw steps light,

She haunts the night,

Ready for the race;

A tiny shape,

Her mouth agape,

The cat begins the chase.

Under a full moon,

The cat pursues her prey.

Through grass and under bracken,

She'll hunt till break of day.

Her paw falls like lightning,

She quickens her pace.

The predawn sky brightening,

She leaps, victory shining in her face.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011

When Day is Done~

A warm fire to sit at,

My faithful rocker: an old friend;

Glowing candlelight to read by,

The late-night comforts at day's end.

A cup of hot tea in my hand,

A cushion to my back,

A softly breathing cat curled at my feet,

Tonight there is nothing I lack.

Across the room,

A bed ready-made,

My head dares to nod,

And the fire starts to fade.

The day's cares gone,

My slumber at hand,

I crawl into bed,

 Slipping into a dream-filled land...

For the sun has retired,

And the moon now glows;

I will presently rest my head,

'til morning once more shows.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011