Ostara.

 

 

 

 

 

The frigid barrenness is on the wane,
From the death of Winter a new rise came.
Your light is coming to these lands,
The days grow longer, my smile stands.

Tepid winds blow carrying myrrh,
Cernunnos caressing you with the forest purr. 
The green are beginning anew,
While your lovers are looking for a clue. 

Your silhouette is the spirit of life,
The dance of the spring, a lust like a knife.
The light strokes my hand, it seems to flow,
Your shadow surrounds me, as if I was a sloe. 

Has begun the cycle season of recreation.
The sun has come bringing the eggs of temptation.
the heart's become fertile with the rising of a poem,
a stanza which was hidden in the holy ovum. 

Ostara came involved in the green beauty,
The seclusion of Winter has accomplished its duty.
Through the love of the Goddess came a man
A wolf who was a child, a lover without a plan.