Poem for Bealtaine

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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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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

9 thoughts on “Poem for Bealtaine”

  1. Beautiful as the rose, and gentle as the falling rain, Jane! At least, I hope its gentle and not pelting down! 😁

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