And Chaucer’s wise Middle English words
Resonate and reverberate around the garden…
“Whan that April with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath pierced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour.”
Heavy laden heads of Hedera Helix stand sentry-like,
Their skull-capped berries: deep, dark, black and poisonous,
Warding off negativity and heralding in another glorious Era.
This Spiral of Life, this Wheel of the Year,
This cycle of Death and Rebirth…Beltane!
Once more the Goddess succumbs to Jack o’ the Green’s advances
And their love manifests with fertile magnificence,
Touching and caressing all that has awakened from the Earth.
O symbolic Ivy, resplendent carrier of Initiation and Consciousness,
Immortality and Love and Eternity and Death,
Your resplendent, entwining, encircling branches
Nourishing, feeding, sustaining, sheltering,
All of life that settles within your powerful limbs.
They offer safe refuge to the chattering colony of sparrows,
Nesting and rearing their young within your shiny canopy
And in Autumn your sweet heady perfume causes your flowers
To become host to a whole myriad of buzzing beasties!
O Herbe of Consecration, Ye Bringer of joy and abundance,
How fortunate are we that You have chosen
To bedeck and garland our humble fence and wood shed!