Wednesday, March 20, 2019


Ostara 🐇
And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the spirit of Love felt everywhere
And each wild flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
The snowdrop and then the violet
Arose from the ground with the warm rain wet
And their breath was mixed with sweet odour sent
From the turf, like the voice and the instrument.
Happy Spring Equinox beloveds! 🐇
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Artist Frederick Stuart Church