"A Rejoicing"

Oh, where, my Muses, have you slept?
You have slept in me, for I have slept.
But the dogwood opens, and the frost dies,
and beneath the waxing and the waning moon,
between the rising and the falling tides,
the world awakes.

* * *

The Queen of Wands raises her staff,
the Queen of Cups lifts the chalice,
the Queen of Swords raises her hand,
and the Queen of Pentacles raises a rose.

Their Kings will nod,
their Knights will sing,
and the Pages will dance.

These, my Muses too, will remind me
what I still have to do,
what is still precious,
what still remains
throughout the seasons of this world.

* * *

All language is love,
all song is thought,
and the spirit of Spring
means that all is made new.

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03.03.06
MWL