The Turn of The Wheel

This Beltane will be lively.
The rain may come down,
but it will only water
the thirsty soil
and we will pick the flowers
and weave them together
into lovely crowns.
We will dance 
and weave the ribbon
of the birch maypole
in harmony and song
and the glory of the God
and his many wonders,
will shine unto our eyes
to behold it forevermore.
Be it the Horned One
when the trees bend
and the wolves cry.
Be it the lovely Diana
when the moon sings
and the sea flows on
with the engrossing sound.
'Tis the turn of the wheel
that beckons a dance
and all life strides along
with spirits aligned.