Monday, February 22, 2010

Somber Spring Moment

Gentle child of radiant light Eostre’s kiss upon thy brow 
 Stretching limbs of green and white 
 As leaves appear on every bough 
 Sweet and gentle breeze of spring 
 Caress awake the flowers blooms 
 Returning birds in thine ears ring 
 As gentle rains do kiss the tombs 
 Of Ancients who have gone before 
 Mothers, Fathers, kin and friend 
 Names recalled in mind and lore 
 To guide us through to winter’s end 
 Where art thou, my love, my life? 
 Gone as with the snow and gloom. 
 Whence will thee return, my wife? 
 When death becomes your patient groom.

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