The Maiden Awakes
The Earth stirs from her winter
slumber
Snowdrops peep through the
snow-crusted soil
Autumn’s harvest left her tired
So all winter she has slept,
resting after her toil
And now it is time for her to
emerge
To waken again in the growing
light
To coax out the crocuses, and
daffy-down-dillies
To stretch to the sun after such a
long night And though the wind in the trees
is still blowing
And the rains clouds have not yet gone
We know that the Maiden is
awake
And Spring won’t be far along.
—Arietta Bryant, Ramblings & Rhymes
Witches Of The Craft® 