Wednesday, March 20, 1991

Spring Solstice

Ah! The promises we Mortals make
Yet rarely care to keep
The songs our souls would surely sing
The riches we could reap
Springtime's come, and ne'er too far
Diana softly treads
The green-time's come, and means to send
Isa to her bed.
Awakening within us, a reality for few
A love and knowledge of our Earth
A Knowing of the new.
Wax and wane the Moon-time ticks
Guiding Neckna's feet
Spring solstice here has come at last
The air hath taste, aye --- sweet!
----- Sierra Jacobus 03/20/1991
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