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Eostre

Fields
of gold
raise your lazy heads
rime
has gone
Samhain's ghost with crone

I can hear the children
move in the underbrush
the seeds pop, muscles stretch
all-knowing wide-eyed, no longer tacent
creatures of Eve, four-legged fawn
chatter by alder Fae

moons move from blue to black
the highs of Boone
and wax for truths
swept, we lie by the sickle
soft tones sigh
from precipice, yon veranda

climbing ivy tempt the nightshade
twist with vine, wave clematis
snap-dragons dive still tinged in green
hover my sod, plot and field
nails beam like crosses
hanging by a thread of sunlit promise


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