For Ostara
Mar. 4th, 2004 12:18 amHail to white-clad Ostara, flower-maid,
within winter's grasp we see, so faintly,
pale green against white, purple crocuses
piercing the snow, through a thin crust of ice,
slowly but certainly you come to us.
Fair Ostara, distant one, longed-for one,
soft-stepping one, we welcome you once more.
within winter's grasp we see, so faintly,
pale green against white, purple crocuses
piercing the snow, through a thin crust of ice,
slowly but certainly you come to us.
Fair Ostara, distant one, longed-for one,
soft-stepping one, we welcome you once more.