On Arbor Low

On Arbor Low

From every mile
And every route
Come they in song
With drum and flute
And winter's bride
Expectant Spring in shoot

We join procession
In the field
Where carried loft
Are flag and shield
And joyous children
Run between the healed

And at her gate
We enter in
To celebrate
And dine within
Our senses live
With every welcoming

Address the crowd
Before are led
To where is found
A sweet stone bed
To rest and lay
In comfort head to head

Then cloud command
They warmed this chaise
And peaceful both
In our shared gaze
They came to dance
Each tiny light ablaze

Dear Arbor Low
Did kindly host
A thousand orb
To visit us
For tune us both
Here balanced and restored

We rise to bow
And bid farewell
Till gentle hill
And stones as well
In summer dress
Return us back once more

Maria Crishel