It has been some time since I have written a poem and this morning of all mornings I was inspired. So many lit their fires last night. No gods, no masters, indeed just the movements of the Earth, it's seasons, the tides The Sun in all it's glory and the Universe with it's offerings. These things are all I need to guide me, to connect with and to believe in. I see them, feel them and are them. This is my recipe, my way, my loves lies here.
Today I wrote as always, from my heart. I urge you to do what you do the same. From your heart. From your blood, from your spirit that beckons you to create and grow.
I am blessed of my own effort and by that which I cannot see.
May this Spring be filled with love and growth my friends.
The Fires of May
April, dear April you gave us the rains.
The rains that the Earth needed so.
As you wet the lady with your kisses a-washed
The thaw spread out far and low.
Remember your seeds and the advice of the Hag,
Who beckoned you, 'Nurture them well!'
Now is the time, they readied for long.
Through the Winter's cold, bitter, dead spell.
The maidens, they dance, wrapping ribbons round the pole.
Their laughter so giddy and bright.
The young bucks prance high, and leap towards the Sun
To catch a fair maidens heart's light.
As the maidens frolic, and dance out so wild,
The mother's they tend to their wombs.
The growth of the new comes to them full of love.
As the Hag rests low waiting in her tomb.
May has arrived and the fires do blaze.
The warmth creeps up through the valleys and hills.
The wet comes on strong as the tides of the moon,
And fertility and abundance are gifted to our fill.
May your spirit grow wings, may your buds bloom bright.
May you wrap your arms round your lovers waist
As you twirl in the new green and the Sun grows toward full.
This time is of the rabbit and fresh tastes.
The honey bee begins, the hummers do hum.
The magic of May, new growth has begun.
Take heed of your planting, make merry your meets.
The magic of May and our blessed Spring treats.
Ode To My Love
You swallow my soul when you look at me
you devour me with your gaze
And I can't seem to walk away
Consumed in the eyes that do much more than
You do more than see me
When my soul ignites in a blaze
There's no quenching it, so you tend to my fires
You stoke my flames and swim through the maze
You stay...regardless of the inferno that is my way,
You do more than stay.
When others tear my world apart simply because I feel.
You haunt me with logic and love.
Bring me manna from above
Never telling me to harden up and thicken my skin
You accept me
You do so much more than accept me.
Your gaze pierces my soul sending a quiver up my spine.
I'd never fall before but will gladly fall into your arms
And never telling me you'll do no harm
Because harm happens when we least mean to serve it.
You serve me,
You do more than simply serve me.
When there are those doubting love, doubting true bliss
I understand, I was them, love easily washes from the rocks
Never to be felt again the same way, until a new caller knocks.
But this, this is more than most, like no love ever before.
You love me,
You do more than love me.
And that task alone is great and trying!
For who can stand by my side as I rip apart this mess,
Who would want to? And then to want to build a nest?
You fell for the poet, the writer, the singer the artist, the crazy,
You fell for me,
You did so much more than fall for me.
I fell into you, I love you, I serve you, I accept you, I'll stay with you, I know you.
It is the simplest, most intricate events in this life that cultivate slowly to make the greatest things happen. These small weavings through time are a treasures we often overlook. Walk each moment in a way that leaves you whole and not wanting. Not always the way it goes but surely the way most rewarding, most memorable and most pleasing when hindsight sits at your feet, beckoning you to understand the lesson.
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