Four Seasons Charge
By A.C. Bryn-Evens
Approach without fear
you who know me in your heart,
for I speak to you
with the voices of the winds,
and the shoreline is the hem of my robe.
I am the breath of hope
which is born in the East
the Maiden,
the new morning,
the promise of Spring.
Mine is the power
which burns burns in the South,
the Mother,
the Midday warmth,
the blessings of Summer.
I will draw you to me
as the day fades in the West,
the Wise Woman, the healer,
the mourner of the waning year.
And when the bitter wind
blows in the North,
bidding life withdraw,
to rest, and dream
I beckon you as Crone,
as the Dark Mother,
the seed of life preserved
in the bare Earth
from which you have been born,
and will be born again.