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Quench me of the winter fires

Let the sprouts of spring
Bring us back into being
The birds to soon shall sing
Mounds of snow will melt
Into the valley streams
Dreams of its unconscious
With life busting at the seams

Bloom light bringer
Eostre
Grant earths fertility
Ostara
Rise Eostre rise.

Rolling storms bring rainfall
The winds carry dead leaves
Away from the landscapes
The sky opens to greet
Sun unfolds as a flower
Bringing the bouquet
That Creates a birthed mosaic
Of the mother it portrays