The Procession

Spring equinox brings the goddess out
in the form of slowly dancing nudes,
the women and the men worshiping
down paths and into the woods.

The ever clothed were warned and tender
eyes are spared, except some of them
peeking, in the interests of cultural
understanding, and deep winking respect.

The ever clothed have a procession in mid
winter with pine boughs and red berries
and songs about miraculous children
and the coming resurrection.

It is a poetry I can appreciate. I too
love kindness and respect mystery and
hope for renewal and wonder about
the long journey that comes too soon.