Saturday, November 1, 2008

invocation for the year-goddess

the princess of spring wears a heart-shaped face,
the first blossoms woven through her thick-plaited hair.
she is generosity, fertility, she is here to be taken-
here to be formed, shaped into what she will become.
I am not she.

the queen of summer wears a haughty composure,
great composite blooms radiating across her strong shoulders.
she is tiller, crop, harvester; she is the days of high sun,
the heady scent of blossom and the drone of the bees.
I am not she.

the matriarch of autumn wears a weather-worn look,
umbelliferous seeds teased into her makeshift crown.
she is the slowing of the season, the soil returning to its patient rest,
the taproots nestling deep in the earth.
I am not she.

the crone of winter wears a cobweb shroud,
her face never seen, for she is always turned away.
she is the rot and decay of the long, slow night,
the impartial judge of which will perish and which survive.
I am not she.

Rachel Westfall
November 1, 2008


GW said...

Samhain blessings

RachelW said...

Thank you, and the same to you GW :)