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  • By Caitlin Clase

The Dryad & Other Poetry

The Dryad

In a bloom of midmay light,

Bright boon of day long lain

Away, long hidden behind

A crumpled grey curtain

Of rain and fog and rain,

Of water in ceaseless refrain,

There stood a swift, still moment

Too fine to long maintain:

A girl for glance of eye-

Then pear tree once again.

With bright green beads of new

Born leaves along her train-

crowned in dewdrop diadem,

And bridal veil of rain.

Some slip of sunlight falling

Made lace of every leaf vein.

A girl for glance of eye,

Then pear tree once again.

Strung along a limb as lithe

And slender as silver chain,

Bloomed pearls of petals curled

And corked tightly to contain

A foam and rush of flowers

Splashed out like pale champagne.

Soon set at naught by shade,

She lost her brief domain.

Sprung up from things too swift,

too strong to long refrain-

A girl for glance of eye,

Then pear tree once again.

Late Winter Lullaby

To see the daylight lying low,

To see it lie its head to rest,

Watch its embered heartbeat slow-

Bright hearth’s fast fade from flame to ash.

For this I’ll watch the wind come blow

Black leaves along the alley, ash

From heart of a hearth lit long ago,

Ash and soot blown back from days

Of amber glow, song-laced, sipt overflow

Of stars of spring, the stars of things

About to burst and bloom and grow.

For this I’ll seek the soot black side paths,

The light lorn lanes and hedges-to know

The resting place of day. To see

The restless day toss to and fro

In dreaming, sigh and murmur low;

The daylight’s heartbeat set belowthe brim,

still beating gold ‘round brink and trim.


And oh! Most heartily am I glad

Of the fact that this bright

And bursting fruit to be had

In the days of little light

And bitter cold at winter’s start,

This orange, this star in winter,

Is surely the very heart

Of the summer, the flaming center.

Caitlin Clase is an aspiring writer who spends more time reading

than writing. She loves the sound of bells, the smell of vanilla, and

any color of a jewel toned hue. You can occasionally find her writing at

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