I hesitated posting this poem until I received permission from Claire, but I feel it's right to post today and apologize later as need be.
We Gather The May …..
I sleep in the Whitewood in the dark of the year
With snow for a pillow and ice as my bier
And I dream of my Lord who sleeps with the dead
And waits for my touch when the darkness has fled
I sleep in the Whitewood with the dark and the dead
With frost as my blanket and snow for a bed
And I dream of my Queen who will raise me each year
At the turn of the earth from my wintery bier
I stir in the Greenwood at the turn of the earth
I unfurl from the dark as the light gives me birth
I reach to the sun and blossom the bough
Mosses and ferns are my coverings now
I stir in the Greenwood at the touch of her hand
Hear her whispers in breezes see her smile on the land
She showers her promise in soft petals of thorn
And here again once again, new, I am born
We dance in the Greenwood all crown-ed in Leaves
And we bind us anew with the garlands we weave
We spin through the forest by night and by day
And here in the Wildwood we gather the May
We dance in the Greenwood all garlanded green
And bind fast our bright hearts I and my Queen
And here in the Wildwood as we gather the May
Dark becomes Light as Night becomes Day
Then, as in mosses and ferns we lay us to rest
I gather him close to the warmth of my breast
And in showers of petals from the Oak Ash and Thorn
Once again here again the Light is re-born.
May the day bring you Joy and Delight...no matter what the weather!