Fire from sun, fire from flint stones
Come by the beacon and warm your winter bones.
When spring night and day are equal
Our ancestors call from the primeval.
May Rowan boughs on windows and doors
Protect us from underworld scores.
Let livestock graze over hill and dale
Until the juniper moon turns pale.
The green man strolls again!
Wishing you all a joyful summer
Foggy
Come by the beacon and warm your winter bones.
When spring night and day are equal
Our ancestors call from the primeval.
May Rowan boughs on windows and doors
Protect us from underworld scores.
Let livestock graze over hill and dale
Until the juniper moon turns pale.
The green man strolls again!
Wishing you all a joyful summer
Foggy
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2 comments:
wow! thanks Foggy - this sounds like the charm!
i love it too...definite 'spell' like quality to it. i particularly like the last two lines...going to post a green man painting x
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