Tuesday, May 1, 2012


It was past midnight in my City--cool and calm.
Elsewhere, Beltaine flames rose higher and higher.
While all were dancing naked on the earth,
Spring leaped--unarmed--straight through the fire.
 T'was born anew in Summers name.
Then Oh, the Golden Bough bent low,
surrendering--burst into flower. 

Blessed Be

1 comment:

jude said...

great background for stitching