The Song of The Great Mother

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Soon comes Spring  

Mother of All Things 

When barn bells
Ring at dawn 

To cries of fawns
Singing in chorus 

To wild deer
Running through forests

Oak trees 
Green leaves 

Making promises 

Honest people
Dancing to
Pipe and drum beats

With no rest
As they run 

Hiding from tourists 

To celebrate 

The soon kiss
Of Summer 

When golden leaves
Announce its coming 

Like an old lover 

For we are one with 

Hawthorn and Elder 

And all Mother Nature
Sends us 

Euphoric dancers

In Deepest of Forests 

A time of birth and happiness

From here
To August 

A time of love and healing

For all things
Hurting 

For she's in air
And clouds 

Reborn in dirt 

For
Soon she comes

As Spring 

But known to us 

Euphoric dancers 

In dirt 

In deepest of Forests 

As just 

The Great Mother 

Goddess of All Things

Who hurt 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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