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The Lady of the Greening, Beth Wildwood |
Her nostrils rich
With the gloaming scents
Of a million shoots
Nurtured
By the dew-soft hands of Lady Nerthus
The moon she fattens
Her belly taut
With the unbound promise
Of a million stars
Gathered
Into the comforting arms of Lady Freya
The sun she races
Her hair bright flaming
With the shining joy
Of a million blossoms
Opened
By the warming smile of Lady Erce
Now the woods lie poised
Between Holly and Oak
Between Moon and Sun
Between Loss and Hope
Between Past and To Come
Into the clearing
With shoots beneath
With blossom around
With stars above
Comes Lady Eostre
In her step she brings Dawn
With her touch she brings Love
With thanks to Beth Wildwood for her beautiful painting