Poetry for the Hay Moon
(Folklore Name for the Moon of June)
Make hay while the sun shines
and under the hay moon rest.
There are many fields to mow,
there will be much grain to thresh,
and then the chaff to winnow,
before we get to wash and dine.
Feed the kine,
prepare the fest,
make baskets of willow,
make a jest,
bake the dough,
measure out the wine.
It is a sign of the times
that we are thus blest,
that we have this many rows to hoe,
that we work at the Goddess’s behest,
that these mysteries of hers we know,
that our lives dedicated grow fine,
like wine, summertime, and love of mine.
We must be persistent lest
our produce may fail to grow,
our chickens afraid to nest,
for we have many months to go
and we must keep dragging the line.
Summer may seem to stretch late
– but winter seems not to abate.
—-Poetry, Songs, and Enchantments: A Pagan Sourcebook
Gwenhwyfar Rhwwttchen

Lady A,
May the Goddess bless you always!🌛🌝🌜
Love Caz. Xo
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