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Ostara - Beltane - Litha

Thoughts of Spring

For winter's rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909)

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing.
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!

Thomas Nashe (1567-1601)

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The Greenwood Grove
(Damh the Bard)

I am the Birch of the new beginnings,
The Rowan star with magic guarding,
Alder sight the future showing,
Sweet Willow sees her Moon arising,
Ash the three realms he is touching,
Hawthorn tells us the May is coming,
Mighty Oak with strength is stahding,
The Holly on his chariot riding.

(Chorus)
Come follow me, come dance with me,
Come with me to the Greenwood Grove such magic there to see.
The Lord of the Wild, with his Faerie kin,
Deep within the Greenwood Grove,
We'll dance the Magic Ring.

Wise Hazel watches the salmon feeding,
The Faerie Apple seed is falling,
The Vine is ripe intoxicating,
I am the Ivy heed my warning,
Yellow Broom I offer healing,
Blackthorn sharp for death preparing,
The Elder is a life of learning,
Fir the distant future showing.

I am the gorse I am destroying,
Heather from death recreating,
Hear the Aspen's leaves a-whispering,
That Yew is death and life returning.

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Cordelia's Beltane Lament - 30 April 2007

Youth and folly too soon doth pass,
Long forgotten is that lovely lass.
Loved ones from me too soon departed,
Life's lessons have left me broken hearted.
But on this night, Beltane Eve,
In my mind I can again believe,
That I am young enough to frolic and play,
And welcome in the merry month of May!

SUMMER SOLSTICE

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Solstice Sounds

Listen to the call of the ancient bones,

Rising up from the ancient stones.

Heartbeats from those who have gone before,

Stir upon the land once more.

As the sun rises high in the summer sky,

We listen to the words the ancestors cry.

Remember us and remember our stories,

Telling of a time of former glory.

When the earth was clean, the waters pure,

Food from the harvest soon ready to store.

Using and taking only what they would need,

Returning to the ground the precious seed.

As the wheel of the year continues to turn,

Lessons from the past we must learn.

Listen to the call of the ancient bones,

Rising up the from the ancient stones.

Cordelia 6/17/08

The Raven's Nest

Walking the path of the Ancient Ones

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