Sunrise in the early morn,
Goddess walking in the corn.
Crops are flourishing everywhere,
The reddened apple, the golden pear.
First Harvest is here, the time has come,
To leave behind those things undone.
Yet tend to those almost fulfilled,
To harvest before the winter's chill.
In the fields, the grain grows tall,
As summer days lead on to fall.
Fall to winter, and winter to spring,
The Circle turns, new life it brings.
Air and Fire and Water and Earth,
The Elements help fuel rebirth.
In my circle by candlelight,
I honor the Lord and Lady's plight.
Blessings plaited into braids,
With the Lord and Lady's aid.
Protect my home and all within,
Bless my family and my friends.
Upon Life's Journey I embark,
Youth to death, and light to dark.
The Circle turns for all to see,
As I will, so mote it be.
August 1, 2003