Winter's barrenness has subsided,
From the death of Winter
Spring's new life.
Spring is coming to the land,
The days grow longer,
Warm breezes begin to stir.
All around us we see signs -
The growing things are beginning anew.
It's the resurrection of the dance of life.
The dance of the stems and stalks
As they push forth from the Earth.
It is the season of creation.
Growth has turned outward,
The land has become fertile again.
The Earth is caressed by
The loving touch of the Mother,
Where her hand passes.
Atoms twine together to create growth.
Buds burst open.
Leaves and vines unfurl.
She creates a vision of the green beauty.
Beauty so breath-taking after
The dark solitude of Winter.
It is this vision that we celebrate
On her day of Ostara
The world recreating itself--
Returning from the death of Winter,
Into the new life of Spring
Through the love of the Goddess.