Saturday, January 08, 2011

Eostre - An Ostara Poem


Eostre

The snow has all melted
And winter has gone,
Now Nature is singing
Springs’ most beautiful song;
As we honor the Goddess -
The Devine Eostre,
While she breathes her life
Into the birds and the bees;
She's fertile and loving
Ancient Mother is she
From the youngest child
To the oldest tree



Lady Caer Morganna


1 comment:

  1. This poem brings a smile to the face
    of a refugee from the Christian faith.

    From the youngest child to the oldest tree,
    It warms my heart to know that she loves
    someone as miserable as me.

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