(Originally posted February 15, 2011: http://www.facebook.com/#!/note.php?note_id=10150134335743086 )
Beltaine
Beltaine: Crossing Worlds in Flagstaff
By: GinaMarie
She whirls like
waterfalls and sunny glades
filled with shade.
She is a kiss of spring
in the midst of frozen winter,
a hint of laughter,
a whisper of secret passion.
Her very being is a caress that coerces excitement into existence.
Stripping off the old garments
of hibernation and winter slumber,
she entices me to slip into
a gauzy breath of summer wispyness.
All the while, glorying in the promise of
sweet trinkets of cold winter
to cool the summer heat that fills my soul.
By: GinaMarie
She whirls like
waterfalls and sunny glades
filled with shade.
She is a kiss of spring
in the midst of frozen winter,
a hint of laughter,
a whisper of secret passion.
Her very being is a caress that coerces excitement into existence.
Stripping off the old garments
of hibernation and winter slumber,
she entices me to slip into
a gauzy breath of summer wispyness.
All the while, glorying in the promise of
sweet trinkets of cold winter
to cool the summer heat that fills my soul.
