Hey, ho, make a merry din!
Weaving over, under, laughing at mess-ups,
we circled, flowers in our hair,
ribbons chosen to match our desires.
Weaving over, under, laughing at mess-ups —
Past Beltanes had hugs and
ribbons chosen to match our desires.
This May brings a different choreography.
Past Beltanes had hugs,
shared food, a goblet passed around.
This May brings a different choreography,
fear of what breath spreads along with song.
Shared food, a goblet passed around.
My favorite holiday.
Fearing what breath spreads along with song,
now we must reach for the sacred from separate houses.
My favorite holiday asserts –
Days will lengthen, sun’s full strength return,
though we must reach for the sacred from separate houses.
Whatever humans do, the earth keeps turning.
Days will lengthen, sun’s full strength return,
though we can’t circle with flowers in our hair.
Whatever humans do, the earth keeps turning.
Summer is a comin’ in.