Ostara Serenade

About the Jez of It

Form: Quatrains

Long nights of darkness are coming to an end.
Spring is marching in, warming the world with life.
Bleak landscape expanses of sombre grey shadows,
Fade to fresh greens, as vibrant as a gypsy’s wife.

Nature rejoices, with colour and tweeting bird song,
Lambs lively leaping as the cold embers of winter fade.
Festivals of all creeds celebrate the life renewal.
For Easter, Ostara, Equinox, voices in praise, invade.

Dancing in the breeze yellow suited gentleman sway,
Daffodils, blasting a serenade on golden trumpet.
Waking the snowdrops, dozing beneath the budding oak,
Finally the frosts bid farewell with the last winter sunset.

Oceans of blue, yellow and white crocuses rippling in the wind,
Cascading waterfalls of colour, on this blessed morn.
Mother Earth is awakening from her long slumber,
As rays embrace her with love, from the first spring dawn


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By GrannyMoon Posted in Pagan

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