Rabbitmoon
06-04-2008, 03:43 AM
I hope you like my poem
The year.
Yule is here
Send good cheer
Presents by the fireplace
Evergreen with lights in place
Imbolc comes and shines the way
Shows us that the spring awakes
Young goddess sheds the old crone
Candle lights brings Imbolc home
Ostara comes with the Jasmine and Rose
Subtle scents for a witchy nose
Vernal Equinox is here at last
Brighter days but snows forecast
Beltane come with May pole dance
Whirling, twirling in a trance
Lilac scents and belfire jumps
Bringing us the warmer months
Litha the longest day
Summer Solstice, we roll in hay
Feast and fire, wine and food
Gets us in the dancing mood
Lummas is a precious time
The wheat is cut and ground with rhyme
The first loaf made and left to cool
Food gathered now to be used at Yule
Mabon hears the last harvest blade
Autumnal cascade in the glade
Overlooked by heavy harvest moon
Casting out magic golden hue
On Samhaim the years near complete
Fields now fallow rest in peace
The spirits come to dine with us
We fed them well and miss them much
And on to Yule and give our thanks
The fires high, the heart relaxed
Wiccan ways the best for sure
The wheel turns forever more.
The year.
Yule is here
Send good cheer
Presents by the fireplace
Evergreen with lights in place
Imbolc comes and shines the way
Shows us that the spring awakes
Young goddess sheds the old crone
Candle lights brings Imbolc home
Ostara comes with the Jasmine and Rose
Subtle scents for a witchy nose
Vernal Equinox is here at last
Brighter days but snows forecast
Beltane come with May pole dance
Whirling, twirling in a trance
Lilac scents and belfire jumps
Bringing us the warmer months
Litha the longest day
Summer Solstice, we roll in hay
Feast and fire, wine and food
Gets us in the dancing mood
Lummas is a precious time
The wheat is cut and ground with rhyme
The first loaf made and left to cool
Food gathered now to be used at Yule
Mabon hears the last harvest blade
Autumnal cascade in the glade
Overlooked by heavy harvest moon
Casting out magic golden hue
On Samhaim the years near complete
Fields now fallow rest in peace
The spirits come to dine with us
We fed them well and miss them much
And on to Yule and give our thanks
The fires high, the heart relaxed
Wiccan ways the best for sure
The wheel turns forever more.