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Eostara
By: Vindblain

I fell in love with Summer once
with sunlight upon her face;
it filtered through the canopy
casting shadows where we lay.

She curled beside me, quite at home
under canopy of trees
where she had walked through forest streams,
refreshing as the breeze.

I kissed her lips as sweet as fruit
and touched her earthen skin
then trailed my hands across her waist
so soft, yet toned and thin.

She smiled at me with beaming grace
alight with golden glow,
her hair cascading down her back;
her dress, cut loose and low.

We laughed and danced without a care,
awash in solstice heat;
heedless of the cooling touch
of moss beneath our feet.

But Summer storms were yet to come
and early the sun would set.
The green of forest leaves would fade
yet her warmth I'd not forget.

I sat alone beneath our tree
and felt the chilling air,
surrounded by the falling leaves,
of their beauty, unaware.

As the bright and verdant leaves turned gold
I felt that life had fled,
until a new love took my hand;
her hair of Autumn red.

She pulled me to my feet and spoke
of change, and color, and Fall;
of harvest and of equinox,
as she wrapped me in her shawl.

I glimpsed the warmth of Summer sun
behind her knowing eyes,
yet tempered with maturity
and wisdom undisguised.

We spent our days in fields of wheat
together, threshing grain,
then kissed, and touched, and loved, and slept
until the mornings came.

With nights grown long, and harvest spent,
the days grew cool with rain.
She held me close and kissed me deep
and said we'd meet again.

I watched her leave and felt my heart
grow hard and cold as ice.
I'd grown to love the Autumn's touch
and now I'd lost love twice.

Within the throws of Winter snows
I fell into despair
but once again love found me out;
with stunning midnight hair.

She warmed me with her heart and hearth
and gently brushed my face
with icy lips and fingertips,
beside her fireplace.

We stayed indoors and wrapped ourselves
within each others' arms.
Though blizzards battered at her door
she cheered me with her charms.

Beneath her sheets we slept in late
as long nights weathered on.
I kissed her skin, so smooth and sweet,
and for her touch grew fond.

Yet though her love felt wonderful
I longed for sun and life,
and Winter held such lonesome cold
it could never be my wife.

It tore my heart to see her weep
like the melting of the snow
For she knew well I could not stay,
and she beckoned me to go.

I wandered far and left the touch
of Winter far behind,
but the breath of Yule upon my neck
would forever mark my mind.

As days grew warm, and flowers bloomed,
the fruit trees blossomed full,
their petals fell like autumn leaves
and to my heart they pulled.

They guided me up sylvan stream
and through a forest glen.
I'd been alone so long it seemed
that love had never been.

But in the valley just ahead
with gown both sheer and long,
a maiden knelt at water's edge
and drew my heart with song.

She sung of seasons come and gone,
and the journey of the sun,
but the melody was cut mid-verse
as she looked upon me, stunned.

She smiled as though the moon itself
now stood before her, clothed,
reflecting all the light of day,
as she whispered "my betrothed..."

She pushed her hair back from her face
and took my hand in hers,
then spoke with tender confidence,
yet every bit demure.

"When last we parted I promised you
that we would meet again;
I've kept my word with patience long,
and awaited Winter's end."

I remembered then what had been lost,
and all that was forgot;
The seasons changed a thousand times
yet she forsook me not.

I looked into her eyes of green
though not for the first time.
Tears flowed freely down her cheeks
as she pressed her lips to mine.

She smelled of nectar from the blooms
wreathed into a crown,
woven in her braided hair,
so soft, and forest brown.

I held her close, and kissed her long
and feared I'd be bereaved
I felt her warmth, and light, and life
but found I could not grieve

I'd found the love I'd longed for
like the meadows of the Spring,
and on her finger, safe from time
she wore a woven ring.

I knew one day at season's end
we'd have to part again,
I'd feel the call of Summer's sun;
forget we'd ever been.

But I had found my Spring at last.
She held my heart as seasons passed.
Though we would part, we'd meet again,
and in this way our love would last.

Description
Eostara
By: Vindblain

I fell in love with Summer once
with sunlight upon her face;
it filtered through the canopy
casting shadows where we lay.

She curled beside me, quite at home
under canopy of trees
where she had walked through forest streams,
refreshing as the breeze.

I kissed her lips as sweet as fruit
and touched her earthen skin
then trailed my hands across her waist
so soft, yet toned and thin.

She smiled at me with beaming grace
alight with golden glow,
her hair cascading down her back;
her dress, cut loose and low.

We laughed and danced without a care,
awash in solstice heat;
heedless of the cooling touch
of moss beneath our feet.

But Summer storms were yet to come
and early the sun would set.
The green of forest leaves would fade
yet her warmth I'd not forget.

I sat alone beneath our tree
and felt the chilling air,
surrounded by the falling leaves,
of their beauty, unaware.

As the bright and verdant leaves turned gold
I felt that life had fled,
until a new love took my hand;
her hair of Autumn red.

She pulled me to my feet and spoke
of change, and color, and Fall;
of harvest and of equinox,
as she wrapped me in her shawl.

I glimpsed the warmth of Summer sun
behind her knowing eyes,
yet tempered with maturity
and wisdom undisguised.

We spent our days in fields of wheat
together, threshing grain,
then kissed, and touched, and loved, and slept
until the mornings came.

With nights grown long, and harvest spent,
the days grew cool with rain.
She held me close and kissed me deep
and said we'd meet again.

I watched her leave and felt my heart
grow hard and cold as ice.
I'd grown to love the Autumn's touch
and now I'd lost love twice.

Within the throws of Winter snows
I fell into despair
but once again love found me out;
with stunning midnight hair.

She warmed me with her heart and hearth
and gently brushed my face
with icy lips and fingertips,
beside her fireplace.

We stayed indoors and wrapped ourselves
within each others' arms.
Though blizzards battered at her door
she cheered me with her charms.

Beneath her sheets we slept in late
as long nights weathered on.
I kissed her skin, so smooth and sweet,
and for her touch grew fond.

Yet though her love felt wonderful
I longed for sun and life,
and Winter held such lonesome cold
it could never be my wife.

It tore my heart to see her weep
like the melting of the snow
For she knew well I could not stay,
and she beckoned me to go.

I wandered far and left the touch
of Winter far behind,
but the breath of Yule upon my neck
would forever mark my mind.

As days grew warm, and flowers bloomed,
the fruit trees blossomed full,
their petals fell like autumn leaves
and to my heart they pulled.

They guided me up sylvan stream
and through a forest glen.
I'd been alone so long it seemed
that love had never been.

But in the valley just ahead
with gown both sheer and long,
a maiden knelt at water's edge
and drew my heart with song.

She sung of seasons come and gone,
and the journey of the sun,
but the melody was cut mid-verse
as she looked upon me, stunned.

She smiled as though the moon itself
now stood before her, clothed,
reflecting all the light of day,
as she whispered "my betrothed..."

She pushed her hair back from her face
and took my hand in hers,
then spoke with tender confidence,
yet every bit demure.

"When last we parted I promised you
that we would meet again;
I've kept my word with patience long,
and awaited Winter's end."

I remembered then what had been lost,
and all that was forgot;
The seasons changed a thousand times
yet she forsook me not.

I looked into her eyes of green
though not for the first time.
Tears flowed freely down her cheeks
as she pressed her lips to mine.

She smelled of nectar from the blooms
wreathed into a crown,
woven in her braided hair,
so soft, and forest brown.

I held her close, and kissed her long
and feared I'd be bereaved
I felt her warmth, and light, and life
but found I could not grieve

I'd found the love I'd longed for
like the meadows of the Spring,
and on her finger, safe from time
she wore a woven ring.

I knew one day at season's end
we'd have to part again,
I'd feel the call of Summer's sun;
forget we'd ever been.

But I had found my Spring at last.
She held my heart as seasons passed.
Though we would part, we'd meet again,
and in this way our love would last.