Maravilla’s Melody

Once upon a winter’s green, softly sighing with the wind stood Maravilla, destiny’s twin, a hawk upon her upturned wrist, gazing fondly into golden eyes, but who’s no one has told, though the legend’s now grown old and somewhat cold, but after all, it was winter’s song, wasn’t it?

Swirling spring as is its wont comes again, dressed in shades of lavender and jade, bright yellow and ginger and scarlet shading to vermillion, all newly sown, and in the wind once more stands Maravilla, destiny’s twin, a hawk upon her upturned wrist, gazing fondly into golden eyes, but who’s no one has told, though the legend’s now renewed and softly thawing, after all, it’s now spring’s song, isn’t it?

Dusky summer’s slumber ends and brightly waking, in sun basking, Maravilla stretches, destiny’s twin, a hawk upon her upturned wrist, gazing fondly into golden eyes, but who’s no one has told, though the legend’s now matured, after all, it’s become summer’s song, hasn’t it?

Autumn sets as sunlight wanders restlessly amid falling flakes of gold, Maravilla sighs, destiny’s twin, a hawk upon her upturned wrist, gazing fondly into golden eyes, but who’s no one has told, though the legend’s now a myth, but after all, it’s become Fall’s song, hasn’t it?

Once upon a winter’s green, softly sighing with the wind stood Maravilla, destiny’s twin, a hawk upon her upturned wrist, gazing fondly into golden eyes, but who’s no one has told, though the legend’s now grown old and somewhat cold, but after all, it was winter’s song, wasn’t it?
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2016; all rights reserved