A birdsong chorus
Wind not yet free of winter's chill
Buds full to bursting on every limb
She met the new Spring at her fullness,
Silently called forth the young Goddess,
Nodded upon sight of her swelling womb
The All-Mother, with wise eye,
Guarding the rebirth yet again,
as has been
and is
and will be.
She met me at her fullness
Silently called me,
and my footsteps followed.
Under Her golden light,
the tender Goddess of Spring came
into my own heart
and brought her bounty.
