Beltane Maid

Though I’m a maid

of many years,

I wear a carefree crown.


I dance among

the Hawthorn blooms

on hills and dales and downs.


Seasons pass,

warm summer melts

the winter in my bones.


My wedding ring’s

a Hawthorn crown,

the ancient land,

my home.

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