Goddess Rising

Summer swells; the Earth heaves a mantle of green over all the land.

Swallows dip and turn above tall grass.

I see the Goddess rising…

Light dances at midnight across the northern horizon.

Long swathes of ivy swing from tall branches of goat willow.

The Fairy Wood is almost impassable.

I see the Goddess rising…

Blackcurrants plump to ripening, as apples emerge.

The summer is here in all her glory; a feast for the eyes.

The Earth, Mother Earth, the Goddess… rises.