Sonnet, Wheel of the Year


Bright flames leap high into the thawing
azure skies beyond the growing, withered
glow.  The final traces of the cold have fled
into the warming ground and brighter
hours saunter lazily on greening avenues
in settled, turbulent arrangements,
intertwining in an orgy of the senses’
union – Holy Dance. Fervor is imbued
with love and light as arms are raised in summer’s
wild joy.  A course, a path, is laid
between the blazes’ pairing, meandering
through love and life, a sacred mating.  Awe
induces passion in the sheen of nature’s noon
as glory’s writ within the night in holy, ancient runes.

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