The Power of the Passion!

All is still amidst the blossom swells – the wind it holds its breath in peace,
The sun burnt clouds they scurry away – the power of the passion in release!
The Songbirds smother with an exited twitter – cavorting in the round,
A seductive veil with a lace of green – rooted deeply beneath the ground!

The hesitant mayflower of the Hawthorn Trees – wrapped tightly in its buds,
The Cowslips resplendent each rising to the occasion – a golden yellow at their hubs!
Native the Bluebells – gracefully hanging their heads – around the old Hawthorn Tree,
Leaning with time and the vigour of the elements – leafing into life for all to see!

The fire takes its liking to the still of the air – Filling the fire-pit to honour the Sun,
With its softly rising smoke trails – catching the breeze – weaving slowly into none!
A Buzzard of echoes calls a distant cry – and the greenery wafts and wains,
The anticipation of the season – wrapped up in the energy – a bond in nature’s chains!

With a gathering for Beltane we snake our path – where the melody strikes a chord,
In the corner of our vale where the elements dance – with the moments we afford!
Settling with the circle – with the life of the Trees – warming with the rays of the Sun,
With the touch of the light fall stroking our skin – as when all – we sing as one!

A hearty welcome through and in the green – with a journey for one and all,
With the rise of the oestrum and the call of the wild – the power of the passion standing tall!
Welcome the Green Man – sowing his seed of fertility – toasted with a fine Cowslip Wine,
With a life for a life – a Cowslip for the gift of planting – each as each as I did mine!

Beholding a moment – In the shade of my shadow – the fires of Beltane burning bright,
Warming to the heart with the power of the passion – as we bathe within its light!
Femininity flows in the conscience of feeling – forever fertility in profiling its lust,
With the heartbeat of life – with the power of the Earth – where the cycle is a must!

Content with the timing we come to a close – sharing out the dregs of the Mead,
There’s an awe and wonder to all the living of life and the power of the seed!
As we pass through the fires of unconditional love – the power of the passion to the touch this day,
We follow our path with the warmth of the glow – reflecting in memories and dissolving away!

oOo