Within Me
Scarlet lips as red as a rose,
perfect hips in a seductive pose.
On the outside this is what I may be,
but what about looking at the heart within me.
Long black hair, surrounding my face,
baby blue eyes and full of grace.
This is what most men chase,
but my soul and feeling cannot be erased.
Long, untouched legs with a snug fitting skirt,
a short and sexy tube top shirt,
I take my looks with little pride,
for what I care about is what's inside.
They say that these looks are a sensation,
that I am one of God's best creations,
But all I really want is for you to see,
all the good that is within me.
-- Kathleen Sheppard
Prelude
Amid the barren fields I wander,
All is quiet as the Lady sleeps;
But today there is a humming
As Father Time slowly keeps
All things running smoothly
Until the Maiden should arouse
And look upon His face once more
And gently venture out.
I sense the time-honored quickening
Of root, stem, leaf and branch;
I tense for a moment as I realize once again
The World Egg is about to hatch!
For though She rises slowly
From Her barren bower
She carries both seed and promise of
The Earth Mother in Her finest hour.
The sap is once more rising
Out running Winter’s hand,
Soon the Earth will wake again
Amid singing throughout the Land.
The ewes are heavy in their lambing
The Earth is soft and warming,
It won’t be long until the robin sings
And the honeybees will be swarming
Each tree will wear the promise
Of Leaf and bud studding them green
Until the world explodes in color
Such beauty is always seen
As the harbinger of the new Spring
Imbolc’s sweet prelude
To fair Ostara’s Dance of Life
When the Worth is again made new.
And so it goes just how it went
In ages and years gone by
And creatures great and small will stop
And bow as She walks by.
The Lord of the Greenwood is coming
The forest is fuller every day
Soon He will emerge once more
To dance and sing and play.
She waits for Him like a blushing bride
Amid the fields still sleeping
Waiting for Them to walk again
The fields given to Their keeping.
-- Gaia Ivorywitch
Aww, that's a nice poem OESY.