The sweet song of the birds
calls me from my winter’s sleep
announcing that Spring has arrived.
I stretch and wipe the remnants of sleep
from slowly focusing eyes.
Sunlight streams though spider silk curtains of gauzy
lightness and a soft and gentle breeze
carries the scent of newly awakened earth.
I stand from my soft bed of moss and greenery
the earth below my feet moist with fairy kissed dew
a leafy canopy of roof that shelters over head
filters early morning sunlight like shards
of the finest crystalline prism.
All of nature surrounds me
The call to Spring heard
in the deep roots that
I lift my face upwards
towards sun drenched sky
and breathe in the
essence of newness.
Quickened life fills my being
and in harmony with
the eternal cycle
I am clothed
in the fabric
of Gaia’s Spring cloak.
About the Author:
Robin Fennelly is a Wiccan High Priestess, teacher, poet and author.
She is the author of (click on book titles for more information):
It’s Written in the Stars
The Inner Chamber, Vol. Two
The Inner Chamber, Vol. Three
The Eternal Cord
A Collection of Esoteric Writings
Aligning the Parts of SELF
Musings on the Magick of the Natural World
Nights of Devotion
Musings for the Year
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