The Magickal Pen

Everywhere I look
Spring is bursting free
Of the chilled cocoon of Winter.

The gentle breeze whispers to me
Asking if I see the spring time
Growth that I hold within.

The seeds were planted and
Harvest was gathered at a
Previous turn of the wheel.

The ground lay fallow through
Cold dark nights and Solstice light
Cleared the cobwebs and quickened
The inner soils.

Brighid’s hand helped to till and
Prime the depths of waiting
Fertile earth within.

Ostara’s footfall placed gently and lovingly
Brought an offering of new seed and promised beauty
Greedily drawn in and held in quickened
Space of purposeful planting.

And, now everywhere I look
Spring’s seeds are bursting forth
New growth, new life, new potential.

And, the gentle breeze calls out to me
Asking if Spring has come
Asking if I have left the darkness
of Winter’s cocoon behind.

I take a deep breath in
And softly answer “yes’
As I breathe out into gossamer wings
That lift in flight as sacred butterfly
Dances on Spring’s gentle breeze.