Summer Storm By: Phoenix, Mugwort GroveI love summer in the south, I miss it, I miss that heat that calls me home that sound, that pulsing sound of the insects trilling in the background like a Greek chorus wailing for free, that heat that shimmers up from the red packed earth in waves as the day heats up, that smell like tea from the undulant green simmering in the hot, heavy air. When a summer storm is coming, you can feel it.You can feel it in your belly, you can feel it in your toes, it vibrates over you, that tight, held tension of heat/not heat, rain/not rain waiting to burst into a downpour that soaks the ground and fills the rivulets cracked by the sun. Coming down, coming down like the heavens been split in two, like you don 't want to ask for tomorrow, just this sweet cool rain pouring down on your bowed head. But now waiting, still waiting for that moment to break,I feel that way sometimes.Beltaine 1993 By: Phoenix, Mugwort GroveFriday evening drum beat, dark night tempo of the sky wrapped around the flames from a pit of coals, and the Goddess is wild in the tree-tops. Bare-breasted women and tie-dyed heaven weave a spell of sunbeam-colored cloth and swirling hair. down a purple stair-well, your face, a pale moon perches above the crowd and the natives are spring-bound as sure as the beer pours.Learning to see By: Phoenix, Mugwort GroveSpring, she comes like a small brown rat. Spring, she comes like a mole lying peacefully by the side of the path. Spring, she comes like a lady dressed in green too pale to see at first trimmed in browns and purple-grays, her toenails the first blooms of skunk cabbage, her necklace the thin red buds of a maple tree. She is shy and must be coaxed. We light a bonfire in the Cajun cooking grill, toast dried leaves from winter's store, turn our faces to the sky so wide it makes your heart ache and trace the lines of planes overhead. Following the waving curves of wheat grass from hill top to tree line, I see Spring, she comes like a blackbird, swooping past. Spring, she is here.New Moon Rising By T'ai SidheIndigo Shadows, like veils in the darkness, Seem to conceal as they float on the breeze; While in the heavens the New Moon is rising: She watches the clouds whisper down to the trees. Descending, She takes on a form fully human. Clothed in the star-studded glory She reigns. Lady of Night has returned to the world where She helps star-crossed lovers. escape from ,their chains.From their eyes She is able to rip off the blinders And show them what loving each other can be. "A choice you must make 'fore you look to your future From ties to the past, do you want to break free?"There's always a choice to be made when love calls you. Towards evil or good, only you have the facts. When you and your lover hold hands in her Moon Light, Remember the cost, but don't ever look back.The future is yours now, to mold as you will Bringing joy to each other, for this is your life When summer's sun calls you, its gardens in bloom New vows you'll be taking as husband and wife.Don't fear for the trials that may come your way as They'll bring opportunity for you to grow. In sunlight you're planting a loving new family In Moon Light you reap all the love that you sow.Two Stones By ChikaraTwo smoothed granite stones Older than resurrection Wiser than new windsTwo stones etched by time See fates; know gospels; feel not Each destiny's writTwo weathered - these twins Each crack, each fissure, each soul Passing by - unmovedTwo as whole - all truths One stone carved by history One stone - - what's to comeTwo stones pink as flesh Towering as blood prophets Two seers in reposeBlood By Kit HowardBlood red roses Three Six Nine You handed me nine Changed your mind And gave me three.For You Alone By Pam CrisovanI am all things to you And for You And through You I shift my shape to meet Your every need or whimsyAs heron I plow Your shallows As loon I plunge Your depths As fish I slide Your currents As dragonfly I skim Your surfaceNeed protection? I am stag Guardian of Your lands Need constancy? I am willow Ever mirrored in You Need laughter? I am otter at endless play Need lust? I am boar in eternal rutI exist only to serve and service YouCompanion. Consort. Confidant. Kindred-Spirit. and Lifetime Lover For You aloneI Wanna Be By Richard JamesAuthor's Note: At Wellspring '97, I encountered the idea that nobody should 'Write satire unless he or she had been previously authorized as a satirist. 'Ibis inspired me to 'Write the following poem. It is meant to be read ten times. The first reading should include only the title and the last line. the second should include only the title and the last two lines, and so on in the manner of the Twelve Days of Christmas.I Wanna Be:The slob who observes The arch-druid who consecrates The arch-bard who blesses The counsellor of lore who qualifies The bardic preceptor who ordains The senior bard who OKs The bard who approves The senior satirist who authorizes The satirist who mocks The slobEpiphany Jenni HuntListen for me in the wind; Hear me in the plash of the fountain; See me in the rippling water; Smell me in the trees and soil; Feel my voice in the stones.The Earth is my soul. And Life is my prayer. I am all there is. And all there is. is me.