Child of Spring am I,
The glittering East wind courses my veins,
Nurturing soil in my hair,
New buds and fresh beginnings in my eyes,
I am the melting snow,
The spring flowers growing,
The bright sun and cool wind,
The maypole and bright ribbons.
My thoughts are buds on a tree,
Solemn as death, joyous as birth,
Green magic after winter’s long cold.
I am the incense of life,
The heady delight, the warmth of hope,
The joy of living, the blue sky.
The bright sun on green grass
Is my father, my lover, my son.
I was, and am, and yet will be,
Child of Spring.
Child of Summer am I,
The fiery South wind dances in my veins,
Dried grass in my hair,
Bright leaves and sapphire sky in my eyes,
I am the warm wind,
The meadow flowers,
The salt sea and golden days,
My thoughts are deep and mellow,
Golden as honey, silver as birch bark,
Flowing like a river.
I am inspiration’s fire,
The warmth of affection, sun bronzed earth,
The scented breeze, a poppy’s scarlet.
The bright sun on flowered meadows
Is my father, my lover, my son.
I was, and am, and yet will be
Child of Summer.
Child of Autumn am I,
I carry the West wind in my veins,
The Autumn leaves in my hair,
The storm tossed sea in my eyes.
I am the willow before the wind,
The soft rain falling,
The apple of prophecy and hazelnut of wisdom.
My thoughts are the world’s waters,
Sea and stream, river and ocean,
The healing well.
I am the chalice of desire,
The stormy sky,
The mother’s touch, the lovers’ kiss.
The bright sun on fallen leaves
Is my father, my lover, my son,
I was, and am, and yet will be,
Child of Autumn.
Child of Winter am I,
I carry the cold North wind in my veins,
The black of night in my hair,
Ice and frost – touched snow in my eyes.
I am the forever green Yew,
The soft snow falling,
The cold wind blowing, the glowing ice.
My thoughts are the bare bones of winter,
Gentle as sleep, soft as snow,
Glittering like frost on spider silk.
I am the sleeping Earth,
The empty sky, the release of forgiveness,
The Wood Wife’s wisdom.
The bright sun on frozen ground
Is my father, my lover, my son.
I was, and am, and yet will be,
Child of Winter.
