Stepping graceful, twirling too.
Light as a feather footing
In freshly-dewed grass blades.
Bonfire roused, lifted towards
The banded green on black sky.
And haunting music braids with
Juniper scented smoke, billowing
In form of a cleansing plume.
And in the wooded night of ritual,
Hands raised above flowered heads
And fingers pointing to the heavens.
Offerings made and whispers burned,
Sent sailing with the ash and ember.
Praying for guidance and answers.
A blessed night of prosperity.