Beltane Bounty

In the cemetery on Beltane,
spring’s wild burgeoning
cavorts
with ancestors’ silence and wisdom.
Soon dead, I mingle
before I go to the fields
where untamed orchids invite me

to fresh life. The ancestors
dance in my cells, in the spiral
of my widening days.
I celebrate safe passage through the dark
into exploding fertility. I embrace
the transformation of the world.
I sing! To water, poppies, cypress and wind.

This is the planet I cherish
this the lush material world
on the day of the year I love
with my whole physical being.
Fierce incantations I sing all the day
until I drop like a child at sunset
into the lap of the Bountiful Mother.

©Susa Silvermarie 2019