Beltane

Have you ever stood in the April wood and called the new year in?
While the phantoms of three thousand years fly as the dead leaves spin?
There’s a snap in the grass behind your feet and a tap upon your shoulder
And the thin wind crawls along your neck ---
It’s just the old gods getting older
And the kestral drops like a fall of shot and the red cloud hanging high ---
come --- a Beltane
Have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth?
And doted on the daughter in the ministry of youth?
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent
And taken up the cause of love, for the sake of argument
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain ---
come --- a Beltane
Happy old new year to you and yours
The sun’s up for one more day, to be sure
Play it out gladly, for your card’s marked again
Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly?
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned in far-off wild country
And felt the chill on your window sill as the green man comes around
With his walking cane of sweet hazel --- brings it crashing down
Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites
Well, it’s just your groaning pains
Come --- a Beltane