Beltane dance
Crowned, your natural beauty,
Flowers of Spring upon your head,
Sweet smell of Springtime blossoms,
Awaiting you with baited breath,
Enchanted by the way we move
In and around spring green leaves
Plucking young blossoms from Hawthorn trees,
With faces of pure intention,
Seeking hidden gems, Spring’s inventions
I know to feel through moss as semple
Foraging sweet violets, daisies, all that is ample,
Offer a posy of flowers to you
To add to your basket and declare my love true
Our dance in the Wildwood is not yet complete
First I place rose petals at your feet
For where we dance is most sacred ground
And where we lay, more than handfast bound
Caress….that subtle bliss
Amazing grace of your kiss
Entwined my love and I
Softly, gently & divine
(© Sheela Adhar 2020)