Casting glimmering beams from a midnight sky
summer moon rises to its luminous high,
showering down in a pathway of light,
as a vestal flame it burns in the night.

In shadows beneath the most awesome array
by gentle breezes the willow trees sway,
tambourines jingle, dancers circle around,
laughing and singing, merry making abound.

Tis of the good graces we rejoice in her name
a celebration of season we here now acclaim,
in salute to abundance, our blades we lift high,
to the mother, the goddess, the earth, and the sky!

Willow Dancer
07-26-03


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