May Day

By Karin Wikoff

Copyright 1992

Whirlwind women with your wild coyote eyes--
Spring's sweet breezes warm your blood;
Hearken to its call;
Feel the pulse of the season.
Gather your brothers into the circle;
Part the curtains and enter the play;
Lift up your heads and howl to our Mother Moon--
Tonight we celebrate her bright side!

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