Eostre slides into April,
spacstringing springtime along,
puts all Her
eggs,
spacevery promise she's ever made us,
into the basket of Her belly,
hires Her friend the Hare—
spacShe's
hung his nightsky portrait
spacin the moon's
full circle frame—
to help Her hatch the possibilities. |
Eostre's Hare broadcasts Her blessings,
spacflings
them from Her basket into ours.
Easter's Bunny is bearing eggs
spacestrogenic,
estro-generous
arrives in kind with the season's timing,
arrives in tune
with Her estrous cycling.
Now in April, as in days
ancestral,
we hip hope through the feast of Eostre. |
