Four Jacks

When mother is aslumbering beneath her shawl of white
And you wrap your cloak against the wind but still you
Feel it’s bite
With many mouths at home to feed this deer must not be Lost
When you thank the prey and let the arrow fly
You become Jack frost.
When the maiden slips her samite cloak revealing lilac
Breasts
And the rising sun climbing high in the sky calls
Acorns to their quest
When hoof trod earth surrenders to seed and the
Meadowsweet is queen
When you step the jig of furrow and plow
You celebrate Jack Green
Jack, Jack, dancing round the moonlight
Changing shadows with every stride
Jack, Jack, summer green and Yule white
Hunter, Dancer, Dying One, Guide
When summer oak green wanes scarlet and brown and a Carpet of leaves is laid
Mother’s kiss has charged the land and staghorns drape
The glade
The fields are tall with sacrifice for springtimes
Still unborn
Raise the crescent high, cut down the grain
And call upon Jack Corn
When the riddled fields are gathered and gleaned from
The shadow of a killing freeze
And twilights fall to copper moons that dance with
Barren trees
When comes the final harvest home beneath the silver
Light
When weary feet tread that dusky road
Jack Lantern walks the night
I’m no tawny hunter, no tiller of barley seed
I’ve never threshed a stalk of wheat but I’ve still a Family to feed
When I feel whelmed over with provider on my back
I tilt my head back, howl his howl
Smile his secret grin
And call on Jack
Callin' on Jack
I’m callin' on Jack