Seasonal Deliverance by Iced Latte

Summer (Fëanaro)

Eyes shy beneath your radiance
glaring still through our closed lids,
closed too, to the possibility
that coils readily in your palm. 
You forge, steady-handed, our horizons,
blind willingly to the destruction in your wake.

When we beg for mercy, you scorch the ground beneath us
with your laughter.

When we weep for your brilliance, you wrap around our desire,
and stake us to the flaming earth.

Fall (Maedhros)

White-grey ash thick upon our lashes, Arda’s veins long since dried,
we retreat, blackened like the bark; withered; brittle.
And it’s here you rise strong,
burnt like the land from which you sprung, and speak to us of endurance.

(—you, who stand between fire and the long night,
knowing not your own proximity to your Fall.)

But we, thirsting, turn our helpless eyes
to where you blaze upon that final Edge,
if not for our lack of will, but for the promise in your burnished figure:
opening skies to spill your rain,
directing us to your cooling lake,
bidding us drink.

Winter (Finrod)

Calm now, we settle.
For you receive us indiscriminately,
arms wide, folding us in.
Undemanding, you provide warmth
that turns our cheeks and colours them pink.

Only then in this stillness we learn,
—like the stars,
the sweetness of your stability.

Of your heroics we learn not.
That the world from which you quietly shield us,
—the world you love without condition in all its cruelty—
is the one you allow to douse your final song.

Allow:
for with your passing you know,
regretless,
hope may be delivered yet.

Spring (Fingon)

Spinning circles upon warming earth
you burst forthwith,
contagious in your abundance.
As brambles grow without direction,
not to spite the long night
but by design:
following no rule but your own nature.

You seek no retinue,
save only release for the seeds you sprinkle with each generous glance.

For you understand that we—
who delight in the fragile new leaves
that unfurl in your passing—
are ourselves the softness that grows, fragrant and wild,
cushioning bare feet as you dance.

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