Ostara
by Ember Cooke
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.