Primavera

[Saturn]

Primavera

Primavera: a lovely word.
Like the name of a Goddess
Fair headed, wild and free;
Tip-toeing through the fields,
Flower-haired; her skirt-tails
Sweeping the muddy ways,
Singing a low sweet song
Of rebirth, a gentle reveille
Calling the animals awake;
Rousing from cold slumber
All the bare naked trees.

I see her laughing 'mongst
The tall-grown grass, broad
Smiling and bright-eyed,
Willing the earth to wipe
Away that dewy residue
Of Winter's doe-eyed rest.

Her hair dances like fire
In the swift midday breeze
Pregnant with crane-flies
Hovering nigh in the wings.

Primavera, bright Goddess
Bringer of hope and light,
May your tread grace us,
Your hem our forests feel.
Come nimble, come fleet
Bless us with your presence
For Winter drags his feet.
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[marwood]

Lovely poem Saturn, and this winter has certainly dragged it's feet!
I am ready to feel the warm touch of Pimavera.
Take care,
Marwood.

[Saturn]

Thank you marwood. Yes the winter is proving to be far too tenacious this year