Feliz Ostara

For She will bring the buds in Spring
and laugh amid the flowers
In Summer's heat, Her kisses are sweet,
She sings in leafy bowers
She cuts the cane and gathers the grain
when fruits of Fall surround Her,
Her bones grow old in Wintery cold,
She wraps her cloak around Her

For He will sow the seeds she will grow,
and pluck the maiden's flowers
In Summer's heat with passion replete,
He lies with her for hours
He falls as grain in sweet Autumn rain
before Demeter's reaping
Below the sod, the bones of the God
In Winter's chill lie sleeping

© Glenn Turner and Hope Athearn
© Aisling