Bona Dea Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

A bed of living willow
Most peculiar and rare
Made because the willow tree,
Loves the feel of satin hair

Rustling in the treetops
The songbirds are gathering
They call to wake the Lady up
It is time to lead on Spring

Bona Dea, Nature's Goddess
One of four daughters of the Queen
Rises before the blossoms bloom
When Sister Winter takes her leave

With delicate care for every fragrance
Beneath thawing ground, they sleep
All hailed with her tender love
From a breath so warm and sweet

The circle shall chime on forever
A new beginning cracks the seed
Hear the sound of brand new mothers
It is the morning of the Spring

(02/16/2019)