Beltaine

The moon and stars,

Sway like the trees.

The wrath of sunny winter

Fades.

 

The maiden

Soft of skin

Perfumed of hopeful spring

 

The hunt is pure delight

Love is in the chase.

To imbibe the heady scents

Of her spring.

 

Wyld Fyre blazes.

As a nymph she moves,

Through the circle of life.

 

Under the array of stars

Oak king and nymph

Rabbit and Bear

Smile under the listening stars

Thank you for reading,

Ernest