Some poetry in praise of Spring

the air is like a butterfly

with frail blue wings

the happy earth looks at the sky

and sings.

-- Joyce Kilmer

Each leaf

each blade of grass

vies for attention.

Even weeds

carry tiny blossoms

to astonish us.

-- Marinanne Polosky

**Happy Beltane**

The Kitchen Prayer

Lord of all pots and pans and things
Since I've no time to be a great saint by doing lovely things,
Or watching late with Thee,
Or dreaming in the dawnlight,
Or storming heaven's gates,
Make me a saint by getting meals,
And washing up the plates.

Warm all the kitchen with Thy Love,
And light it with Thy peace;
Forgive me all my worrying,
And make my grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food,
In room, or by the sea, accept the service that I do—
I do it unto Thee.

Attributed to St. Teresa of Avila

Persephone: Life Springs Eternal

The sun shines.

The air is warm and sweet.

I play, I learn, I grow.

And then retreat

To ponder what I've learned.

I will return one day

To greet the sun.

And I'll share

Who and what I became

While in the dark.

Original verse by Amber Honey Hall.