Ostara

The year yearns listlessly for light

Now warmth returns, relieving night

Ostara brings Her fertile fair

The precious egg, the wild hare

To start again the song of spring

And to our hearts fair blessings bring

Old Winter now retires to rest

The passion of His storms attest

The floods that fuel fresh buds renew

To Winter's effort, Spring gives due

So now He slumbers, satisfied

With what His watchful works provide

~ by Ember Cooke