A Poem for the Seasons

The harvest moon, the stars in bloom

Beneath a lonesome song

We whisper to the fox and shrew

The nights are growing long

Oh, trees and fields all dressed in gold

The Crimson Queen, her robes unfold

She pulls the fire from her brush and paints the world with Autumn’s blush

And then we feel the breath of ice, while Winter’s Queen seeks sacrifice

While old bears sleep far underground, we bide our time and gather ’round

The hearth shines bright, the stars alight

We spiral towards the longest night

By Holly King, the oak will bring the hope we all desire

By wolf and moon, who whisper “soon”, we worship to the holy fire

And in the dark, we turn our eyes to the sweetness of the sun

That bear will stretch and seek the light that he has surely won

The lambs are born, the green unfolds in whispers and in tears

Clawing, climbing, seek the surface to alleviate our fears

Bursting forth, a Maiden’s song

Bloody and born, we’ve waited so long

To just rejoice and hear her sing the world into the wilds of Spring

We dance with frogs and dragonflies

We fill our cups with sweet surprise

And Summer’s Queen, all dressed in green she heaps her gifts upon us

The days so long we barely remember the rustlings from the last September

As fireflies swirl and hearts touch stars

We long to stay right where we are

Oh, days of brushing forest ferns and making circles for firelit stories

My heart can never find herself full enough of Summer’s glories

Sweat on brows and braids for horses

The sun that runs its longest courses

Waking to the day unending and wishing the wheel to cease its bending

But away it slips on still warm mornings, into the harvest moons

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