I am unseated by spring

Beltaine always rocks me

WIth it’s insistance on something like sex

It demands participation in the

Cacophony of all that lives

You can’t hold back-

When everything is insisting on existance.

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Maiden, Mother , Crone- the dance within each woman

Ever intertwined-

A braided wreath of roses

Singing la la la la la la la