Beltaine's lusty maiden grown
She wears the aspect of the Crone
Calling geese like bagpipes drone
Whistling breezes turn to moans
Shorn fields of gold heaped into bales
Shadows lengthen o'er the dales
Midday warmth begins to fail
Shutters fixed against the gale
Holly King prepares his throne
Winter wheat and rye are sown
Lughnassadh's corn ground up for pone
Twixt drying meat and boiling bones
Sun-showers change to pelting hail
Harvests end with cabbage and kale
November skies the snow clouds sail
Raven's bright call now a wail
Imbolc's lambs are fully grown
The verdant Earth looks dark and pale
Strange otherworldly visions shown
Through this, the parting of the veil


