Beltane

Today is a crossing point,

A scuff in soft spring soil,

Fields and meadows bloom,

In burgeoning morning dew.

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Sun rises, lance of the dawn,

Starving winter’s bite, for now,

Pouring over awakened trees,

Dappling shadows from leaves.

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Beltane makes a junction today,

A moment and dimensions blend,

Allowing the Wyrd to breathe free,

Greeted into life by eager birdsong.

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Fae wander the world on this day,

Wending among gossamer doors,

Spirit gasps tease cosmic wonders,

Feather breeze tingles the veil.

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Warmth brings these tendrils alive,

Fickle temperature that brushes skin,

Hints of nature’s scent in fuzzy dark,

Float on the memories of long day.

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Those that recall light their candles,

Point of light like the pollen of day,

Generate connection, root and stem,

To the ancient creed of our nature.

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The Sun King and Moon Queen,

Hold their soiree, as Fae look on,

Replete in spring, bread and honey,

The sweetness of the bees is strong.

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Like sparks and will-o-the-wisps,

Nature and spirit merge on May Day,

As trees new and heavy in bloom,

Proclaim the seasons and souls within.