After June skips herself in
everything is much quieter
in the ancient woodlands,
save the trembling aspens
in their gowns of green.
Summer releases her spell
and each bright hour lingers
long past our evening walk.
May
Shall this be my favourite hour
to leap across the Beltane fire,
a dancing May Queen
crowned in lily-of-the-valley,
circling with soul and song.
As light shines in every heart,
all things seem possible
in the merry month of May.
April
Let us open wide our window,
lean forward into life
and listen closely
to the sweet song of birds
as they join the dawn chorus.
Listen to the spring cymbal
being struck, aloud,
as the life-giving sap rises.
March
With a new broom in hand,
the Goddess of Spring returns
to sweep through our house,
waking us from winter’s dream,
as the wheel of the year turns.
Father Sun is in the sky,
yet his warmth does not reach
our hopeful, upturned faces.
February
All the trees hold their breath
as the winter storms arrive,
bringing in swirls of snow
until sheep, heavy with lamb,
disappear without a trace.
Winter teaches us detachment
with her brooding silence,
save the quarrelsome winds.
January
Praise be! The old year has gone,
we are ready to be born again
here, in the dead of winter,
where saplings are pulled for space
and the stirring season begins.
Slowly, in this bright new year,
new beginnings take shape
as the light of day lengthens on.