Scorpio Moon In Springtime – A Musing

1. Reverie and Dream Under a Scorpio Moon
2. Spring’s green, green hills, at woodlands greet.
   And lavish tiny blossoms hand
   to all the forests of the land ;
   And now sky gifts rain’s floods descending,
   until every hill and valley in clouds be blending ;
   Fruit orchards garden paths
   In full fruitfulness
   Across all the land of beauty fling
   Bright faint traces of sun’s wing !
   And above all radiant flowers,
   deepening leaves, bright bowers
   A mystic’s task is to glean
   Roses and flowers as they softly bloom
   True jewels amid the forest’s gloom
   And shamrocks wove in pavement green,
   With fortune to grace
   Of times long past the resting-place.
3. By Dikki-Jo Mullen