Dawn of Spring

Boy stands atop a hill
Taking in sun, and trees, a crispness to the wind.
His hair blows, whips, talks with the wind like old friends.
Sun beats down on his brow, lightens his eyes
While his smile sends beams back to the Fire God
Who receives them in pure joy and love.
Boy walks around the hill to find a path for descent
Like walking the labyrinth, he is open to the wisdom of the Ancients.
His feet tread lightly upon the ground.
He is nurtured by the earth Mother and
He loves Her in ecstatic fullness.
At sunset, boy descends the hill, hair flowing across his back;
The wind saying goodnight, a kiss on his cheek.
Boy stands to face the eastern wind and return his affection.

(Shaggy, 3/5/00)