Beltane
At the beginning of May, it is a new spring.
It is time to see renewal of everything.
To the native peoples and the diaspora,
flowers and vines reappear in a plethora.
The daytime sun is climbing higher in the sky.
To the restraint of winter cold, we bid goodbye.
Thus, the Sabbath of Beltane is upon us.
My Wiccan doll reappears and looks fabulous.
A full moon and stars shine in the darkness of night.
I can barely see her through a bonfire’s faint light.
With her long flowing red hair and her cool green eyes,
into my very soul, she appears to tantalize.
There is nothing bad with her. In fact, she is good.
Her coven gathers in the middle of the wood.
Dancing sky-clad with the others around the fire,
she purifies the smoke with boughs of juniper.
These actions are sending my emotions higher.
Do I dare reveal myself and blow my cover?
What a Walpurgis Night celebration I see!
When the esbat is over, spend some time with me.
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