May
Poem and picture: MaidMotherCrone

A Love-song for May Day

Come, O Love,
like Spring
through open windows,
wearing the night
on your hair,
moonlight snarled in
your beard and
full in your eyes.
Beneath your skin
your heart beats the
rhythm of Beltane
drums, your blood
a bonfire singing
Rise! Wake!
Melting winter from
my bones like
drowsing eart and
cold stone, called
by portents of
thorn and blossom
from dreams
both blameless
and wild,
back into the sun
and aweet green
shadows.

11/09/2003 K. Kahan

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