Thursday, April 30, 2009

Thursday Poem - For Beltane/May Day

There is a song in the greenwood,
There's an age old tale to be sung,
Healing is there in the greenwood,
Spiraling endlessly under the sun.

Seat yourself under the oak trees,
Watch the leaf dust dance in the breeze,
Breathe in the flowers and catkins,
The slow buzzing motion of bees.

I give you a song from the greenwood,
A song to enchant and delight,
Refrains of sowing and reaping,
The lyric of life at its height.

Join in the dance of the greenwood,
Cast off your woes if you dare,
Life will be sweet in the greenwood,
Far from all hurry and care.

Hold high the cup of forgetting,
Drink deep of the greenwood wine,
Partake of the wildwood nectar,
So honey sweet from the vine.

Hear ye the pipes of the greenwood,
Far off music and dancing feet?
Ye shall be healed in the greenwood,
One with the earth's heartbeat.



Endment said...

Those words simply dance off the page to the music of your pen

Carolyn H said...

What a lovely poem. I can almost hear the pipes to accompany it.

Carolyn H.

Deborah Carr said...

Precisely what I did through the greenwood to the song of the geese.

Anonymous said...

Lovely! Perfect for my day in the woods! Happy Beltane!