day 20… What do you resurrect?
Pagan roots have settled deep
What is fertile awakens to Ishtar’s call
Meadow dances and moonlit coupling
Seeds planted for the summer’s birthing
Resurrection of what seems dead and bare
Only to rise again from the sleep of winter
That quiet peace of rest and darkness
Pushing out and up to the chatter of life’s call
Celebration heats the Spring winds
Cycles and passages of starlight dreams
Under the moon of seasons changing
Oh how the Sun calls to life’s greening
In bones and cells the hail must be herald
Awakening elements within and all around
Stirring up this seasons quaking return
The fever must be fed for this yearning.
