A poem for Ostara
Hearth and home, field and glade
Seeing nature, How was it made?
Does it matter? Mountains raped
Taking whatever, no way to escape
bees dead, and at what cost?
what is it really that we have lost?
May we return to primal days?
Return to Her, to simpler ways?
On this Ostara as days grow long
Let's greet the sun with joyous song
Return to Her, care for the earth
Take care of Her who gave us birth
Living in harmony is the way
and listen to Her throughout each day