As mountains rise toward the sky
The spring rainbows across the ground
New life is gathering around
And eagles call from up on high
Forgotten vales of winter white
As flowers replace thawing snow
In valleys, I have come to know
I find my place of sacred light
My god, once dead, is young again
With warming rays, he touches me
The lord of earth and sun and sea
Is dancing through the springtime glen
To music of the silver flute
He’ll dance until the end of time
And on the mountains as I climb
I know his love is absolute
The horned god, he who guides my soul
A mighty hunter on his quest
This Pagan man is surely blessed
For in your chaos I am whole
© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Envelope Stanzas
A Garret Poet 