The Forest God in summer
is the lord of the sun, the darling
of the moon. He is light and joy,
swiftness and daring, fullness
and rest. Decked with garlands
of leaves and flowers he dances
with the tree nymphs, couples with
oak and willow and thorn. Then
he makes music, the pipe,
the harp, the flute, guitar.
His voice rings out, louder
than a man’s, sweeter than
a deer’s, wise as only a god’s
can be. Under the full moon
he joins the rings of dancing
witches and leaves his seed
in those who desire it, plants
the secrets of the forest.
They will bear his children
And nurture the ancient wisdoms
that only he remembers, that
he will never let die away.
A Nest Made of Words 