In the early morning on rising
I open my bedroom door and salute pin oak
that stands before me..
always the last to turn to green
he likes to be the final act
one week ago
his tiny leaves still delicate gold
I was only gone three days
to see and hear the mystic, poet sing
to celebrate Beltane...
this morning I open my door
to the freshest green
I am a novice
learning of the seasons in my own land..
threshold between spring and summer
the time of
being open to sensuous expression
this is not the time of death
rejoice and burst in fullness of the sensuality of this our season!
Tell the stories of lovers and love and longing...
feel the green sap rising!
Thank you to Juliet, teacher and quiet guide, for your words I call on here, your books,
your wonderful story telling and beautiful rituals of our seasons.
You are a treasure.
Thank you to Marilyn for a precious weekend of sharing and exploring. Peace .
Happy Samhain / Halloween to Northern friends!!