Thursday, 26 April 2012
Goddess of the Silver Moon
Goddess of the Silver Moon and Shining Stars
Green Man of the Mountains and Earth
Mighty Elements that Unite Us All
Here, in the Heart of Nature, My Spirit is Renewed
And all my senses Quickened
Let me never lose the sight of Beauty
The Scent of the Breeze
The Taste of all the Earth Provides
Let me hear the living earth hum around Me
And feel your love in the weaving of Nature's Web
/|\
Author unknown
Sunday, 15 April 2012
April Rise by Laurie Lee
If ever I saw blessing in the air
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.
Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round
Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod
Splutters with soapy green, and all the world
Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud.
If ever I heard blessing it is there
Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are
Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound
Break on my ears their crests of throbbing air.
Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates,
The lips of sparrows milk the mossy stones,
While white as water by the lake a girl
Swims her green hand among the gathered swans.
Now, as the almond burns its smoking wick,
Dropping small flames to light the candled grass;
Now, as my low blood scales its second chance,
If ever world were blessed, now it is.
I see it now in this still early day
Where lemon-green the vaporous morning drips
Wet sunlight on the powder of my eye.
Blown bubble-film of blue, the sky wraps round
Weeds of warm light whose every root and rod
Splutters with soapy green, and all the world
Sweats with the bead of summer in its bud.
If ever I heard blessing it is there
Where birds in trees that shoals and shadows are
Splash with their hidden wings and drops of sound
Break on my ears their crests of throbbing air.
Pure in the haze the emerald sun dilates,
The lips of sparrows milk the mossy stones,
While white as water by the lake a girl
Swims her green hand among the gathered swans.
Now, as the almond burns its smoking wick,
Dropping small flames to light the candled grass;
Now, as my low blood scales its second chance,
If ever world were blessed, now it is.
Saturday, 14 April 2012
The Mummers Dance
The mummers dance and
Summer trails in on their coat tails
Bedecked with yellow corn and red poppies
Shimmering in the sun’s heat
Lazy as lovers at noon
Tangled in a sheet.
Pangur –ban
12/4/2012
Summer trails in on their coat tails
Bedecked with yellow corn and red poppies
Shimmering in the sun’s heat
Lazy as lovers at noon
Tangled in a sheet.
Pangur –ban
12/4/2012
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