Return of Green

Ostara calmly walked through her beloved woody paths to announce the return of Green, her favourite time of the year.

The rising seeds greeted her sprouting from the melting snow, that same snow that melts when spring comes, to make sure everything has been conserving properly under its sweet and gentle layers.

The farmers gladly sang planting oaths, happy for Spring and Shadows, as they are brought under the trees that since the planters' childhood have been a place for leisure and protection, but also reflection. Neither the rain atop the mountains could weaken their gladness to return to the sacred goddess all the goods that she gave them.

The spring snow was light and white as the shining clouds which were running away to reach their new abode, because their job in that lively place was done, and now they needed to move afar to complete their sacred friend's will so that they could join her again in the high high place.

The woodcutters began exploring where the wild horses last gazed, while the latter were astonished by the renascent taste of the water which lacks made the proud colts almost run away from their homeland. The men chose another place and sat patiently to either not disturb the Pennsylvanian rain dance of the deer who wanted to see their rivers full again because horses weren't the only ones suffering from the supremacy of ice on the water.

The budding leaves along the riverbank helped the lumberjacks measure time and distance and thought, as they were waiting for Beltane to come and celebrate the beginning of the summer season and all of its goodness. They were looking forward to the collection of those sweet buds that made their wives giggle and gasp. How many desserts would be arriving at their tables?

While on the Floodlands, the place she had chosen to survey the execution of her duty, Ostara kept walking with her old memories and light as a butterfly she arrived at the Goat Hill overlook. How happy and bucolic her childhood was. How genuine.

The fact that she had to renounce her beautiful life to become a divinity didn't bring down her light-heartedness and made her even happier cause she had received the chance to help her land and her people even more.

She continued with her remembrance gazing at the mystery of the lake, a magical space where the rain had a garden in the eye of the sun, a garden full of life, wellness, and elegance. It was a blessing for one's eyes.

That same rain had asked life for a pause, with gentle grace, and life listened, relieved from the gentle touch of a friend for eternity.

Grey and cerulean was the face of the sky, rain's faithful spouse, the one who takes care of what underneath lives. It may be menacing, sometimes, but he always warns you of the good things and the bad ones, will it be serene or will it be thunder.

"On this Day, we remember the Heart", she sang beautifully "and I Bless the paths I've tread". And like that the dazzling spring goddess returned to her mansion on the Moon where she felt flustered by the many bonfires lit in her honour by the farmers, the shepherds and all of her others devoted.

Her joy could have been easily surpassed by theirs, as they went to lit so many bonfires for their protector that the land beneath the firmaments looked exactly like a shimmering star field. And she was even happier cause at that time she hadn't forgotten any little birds. She had enough hares as loyal helpers that year!

Inspired by Robes of Snow album The Wooden Wheel: Spring and Shadow featured on In The Woods Channel, a safe space for dreamers.