Poem for Bealtaine

Jane Dougherty Writes

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The first rose blooms beneath the rain,

Soft-falling,

Spangling the green with ephemeral diamonds.

First rose blooms,

Flame red calling

The fires that herald summer.

Promise of abundance,

Flame, flower, and fertile earth,

She opens her arms to embrace the world,

Springing from earth’s cradle,

Bringing to birth,

The beauty of life.

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