A Private Prayer at the New Moon
To the Goddess of all green things,
of the loamy smell of earth,
of quiet rabbit eyes in the morning,
of fog rolling down over tree tops,
I give these offerings.
Blood, spilled hot and dark in childbirth,
Soil salted by sweat,
White breath in cold air,
Laughter lifting in the sunset.
I ask for the soft swell of another child,
For shoulders to ease under burdens,
For gardens to bloom and children to grow in health
From the Goddess of blue, quivering stars,
of baying howls at twilight,
of deep-rich honey dripping to a jar,
of the silver-soft turn of a leaf,
I ask these things.