It be the noble metaphor
\nof life and death
\nand further more
\nOf when the cows were driven back
\nto the stables in the raw
\nState of frost and darkness
\nwith Winter on the way
\nAnd Beltane represented
\nBy fantastic light display
\nOf buds and of the blossoming
\nand leaves
\nas Nature deigned
\nIt describes the god and goddess
\nwhose union retained
\nBoth describing to each other
\nHow much they were in love
\nBursting in their veins of course
\nthe thrill their sun drenched soul
\nLife had gathered spirited power
\nand taken back the role
\nWith its multitude of greenery
\nOnes wish to shout hooray
\nPortals between Winter and Summer
\nso to say
\nLiminal and expressive
\nin the cool light of day
\nBeltaine shows us
\nyellows
\nand furze blossom comes to mind
\nHanging in the barn and in the house
\nwhere we shall find
\nBranches brought to bring good luck
\nwhich everyone needs and
\nA rowan branch to compliment
\nFortune and to stand
\nEveryone in good stead
\nThe villagers and all
\nCollecting herbs and greenery
\nAnd so lay out their stall
\nTo dance around the maypole
\nTheir sentiment so ripe
\nTo contemplate fertility
\nComing down the pipe<\/p>\n
Some element of verdure
\nThe neophyte exclaims
\nRegarding ancient mysteries
\nTheir waking heart inflames
\nA spiritual resurrection
\nA re-birth so to say
\nThe central theme is magick
\nWith the Beltane dance at play
\nMay be the mystic snake dance
\nWinding westwards to the sun
\nAt the quarters sprigs of heather
\nAs collective spells are spun.
\nThe willow is the ogham tree
\nSacred to Circe,And Hekate
\nA moon goddess provider of dew
\nLunar rythms of life on view
\nLovely catkins nectar early
\nBee’s enriched by the hurly burly
\nSallows osiers also called
\nA bach flower remedy I am enthralled
\nGoverned by
\nthe moon
\nBiofiltration in wetlands soon
\nCharcoal for drawing
\nSeems to me
\nHares and the willow association
\nBends with the flow decidely.
\nThe ancient druids often
\nWith Their wands of Hazel they
\nCould see off any lightening strikes
\nTheir admission of the day
\nA collar made of Hazel
\nOn the heavy horse at work
\nSaid to See off the silent Fae
\nwho otherwise might lurk
\nThe ritual bel fires singed
\nThe cattles backs
\nWhich was the way
\nOf true purification from the
\nbarn and the long stay
\nThey kind of ran the gauntlet
\nTo forage and to find
\nThe wild flowers and the luscious grass
\nWhich helped to clear their mind
\nInstinctively the wild plants
\nEach one had healing powers
\nand they Were well aware of them
\nSome searching many hours.
\nRebalancing their systems
\nHarmony their need
\nCollectively as visionaries
\nIts how they do succeed
\nAtoning for the irreverence
\nThe quips the mocks the flouts
\nFrom their deference of being
\nThey assuage the many doubts.<\/p>\n
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