Song of the Seasons


Song of the Seasons


Come and wake the sleepers
Rouse them with a song
Tell them winter’s over
Though it has been long


Sing awake the flowers
Bushes, grass, and trees
Tell them spring is here now
Sun and birds and breeze


Set the world to dancing
Soon will summer come
Pan is playing pipes and
Gaia beats her drum


Now the seeds of autumn
Set so long ago
Must awake and ready
For it’s time to grow


by Elizabeth Barrette
Published on Greenhaven: A Pagan Tradition