Beautiful May Day poem by Jane Dougherty. Happy Beltane to everyone.
Upon the hill a fire burns,
And people feast
The summer in.
Upon the hill the old year turns,
The winter beast
Flees from the din.
Upon the hill is where we learn
The olden ways, and not the least,
The path that’s followed by our kin.
Upon the hill is where I yearn,
To watch the sun rise in the east,
And feel its magic on my skin.
So burn, bright fire, magic blood,
Spill and sow for summer’s good,
And raise the grain, the bloom, the bud.
2 thoughts on “May Day”
A lovely poem. Happy Bealtaine to you, Éilis. Xxx
Same to you, Ali. 🙂