OSTARA spring equinox
Easter, sought from afar,
across land, and seas of time.
Forged in eastern starlight,
a deep testament tale.
Mesopotamia sees the Euphrates
as its tears flow through.
Babylon do I really feel you?
In the early waking hours,
where time is still and drowsy.
Soft promises hold summer’s whisper.
Here winter’s grip is not so firm.
Cuneiform script on dusty clay.
Tablet incised stone points to
Ishtar, goddess, spring maker.
Known as lion, morning star.
Queen of rain and thunder, a
Venus come down to earth.
Fertility her gift, sex her language.
Arms wide they carry the spring.
While a terror of winter,
howls in her wake.