A poem inspired by the recent drought and the approaching festival.
(Image description: A photo of an evergreen tree’s branch covered in raindrops, with an out of focus, green background.) Credit: Photo by Paul Beesley on Unsplash
Awaiting Lúnasa
Earth’s sorrow* drawing near
with days of endless sun
and cracked, arid soil
Orb-weaver perched by her ladder
bobbing in the wind, a deceptive
respite from the heat
Pine tree limbs breaking
under their parched burdens,
enduring silently
Insects drifting in the sky,
like sailors lost at sea,
yearning for freshwater
As the month closes,
hopes rise to the air,
urgent prayers for relief.
Promised days of thunder,
wind, and soaking rain,
replenishment found in millions of drops
Come, Harvest Maiden,
aid us with Your healing graces,
with Your gentle touch.
For gray clouds,
heavy with waters,
to ease the strife and thirst
*Lúnasa’s older name, Brón Trogain, translates to the Earth’s sorrow.
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