Beltane Moon

We’ll blame it on the waxing Moon who held her brilliant cup to Night's stars transfixing us in Beauty.

We’ll blame it on the weeping cherry, her shy pink blossoms gently kissed with joy.

We’ll blame it on the chickens strutting their stuff in an overabundance of crayon colored eggs.

We’ll blame it on the old farmhouse that revealed itself in layered wonders.

We’ll blame it on the mini LED lights promising magic.

Or perhaps the single candle that blew itself out when it saw two are better than one.

But maybe? Possibly? It was Beltane itself, the feast of our ancestors casting its knowing spell...

Time to banish the bonds of the long, dark journey of the soul.

Time to celebrate Life’s blossoming.

Time to rejoin the ancestors’ dance of Love and Rebirth.

Perhaps that is all it took to see clearly the beauty each within...

And ask and give a second look,

A second kiss.