Eostre

April’s moon has toppled the Lords of Misrule, making rutting Fools of them. The night breeze pulsing with pond songs, rain-washed, blossom-scented, Sets the rhythm. Caterpillar-laden branches dance careless in the silver-dusted night Celebrating the ruthless passions of argent Eostre, the fierce advent of Spring. Her hunger forgotten in a glut of eggs and hares, … Read more April’s Moon