A Love Poem for Ostara

O my Love, my Love,
Today I could fall back onto your greening skin
and explode into a thousand flowers
I could dissolve into the grey, grey rain
to grow back into the moss of your hair
I could kiss your pollen-dusted lips
and nest a hive of honeybees in my heart
I could draw back your bluebonnet cloak
to find, delighted, the soil damp and wriggling
I could fall asleep in your swinging branches
and lay my head upon the breast of the hill
I could shatter this pane of glass between us
to meet you barefoot where you meet the sky
And O my love, my love,
when I, come five at last,
win free of this airless place
I shall cast aside this artificial gloom
and run, run, run
into the bright warmth of your embrace.

Comments

[Hecatedemetersdatter]

That is gorgeous!

[Sara]

Gorgeous is the word I was going to use too, yes! Totally!

-S