Offerings To the Flames
Long ago our ancestors,
waited for the time,
When it was warm in spring
To plant the grain, the fruit, the vine,
The Earth, it is awakening
Ere winter storm subside.
Fallow fields are waiting
for the seedlings to reside.
lighting up the flames now
in the season filled with fire,
passion, love and fruitfulness,
All fuel us with desire,
As the flames go higher
Throw your offerings in the embers.
As we thank mother nature
for all the goodness which she renders.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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