Beltaine

You must have seen the bright one
The hawthorn blossom may
Ushering in the light beams
The portals of display
The copper beech resplendent
With its salad tasting leaves
Some celtic salt and a dash of oil
What rustic bread achieves

It Supposedly sprang from lightening
And behold the green mans face
Fires and purification
Bursts into this summery space
Behold the dew ln the green grass
On Beltaine morning, we
Thats the maidens and old Zakoor the bard
Whose face need be
Spruced up to look more youthful
As I think you all can see

The maypole and the ribbons
Enchantment lets agree
A phallic symbol on the earth
Each dance it just must be
really feeling wonderful
Hearts fluttering a while
Holding hands in the open air
So wound up in each smile

Spenser shakespeare goldsmith
All wrote about the may
Milton burns and chaucer
Passed their time away
Magpies feel the energy
Bees the nectar sweet
Sacred to the gentle fae
To the heart an avid treat

In the deep shade little grows below
It stands for female unity
And its wood burns hot you know
Its Dried haws are a tasty treat
A heart strengthening spell
Like The hawthorn tree on weary all hill
Not far from the chalice well