Ladies of Mucha

The ladies of Mucha look down
Through the seasons and the times of day
The stars that sentinel watch
And Arts–that dance.

Peaceful they stare down
Unconcerned at the passing of hours
And the trials and tribulations
Of the room they adorn.

Sweet Spring, first born, looks down
Bringing her warmth and flowers
From the snow and the showers
And golden-haired–she waits.

And beauteous Night does sleep
Rapt in cool blue repose
So gentle, so much at peace
With delicate, pointing toes.

And Star of the Moon, so coy
Upon the bed she ever looks
A child-queen virgin
Forever chaste.