A poem by Viviane Crowley
In the Springtime I sought my Lord and mated with him beneath the trees and stars
At Bealtaine I wed my Lord beneath the first blossoms of the hawthorn tree
And in the Summertime I ripened the apples in the orchards and the fruit grew round and strong
At the corn harvest I cut down my Lord that by his death our people might be fed
And now in the Autumn time I descend beneath the Earth
To dwell with my Lord in his dark kingdom until our child is born
At the Winter Solstice I will bring forth the child and renew your hope
And at Candlemas I myself will return to renew the land.
When you see my power fade and the leaves fall from the trees
When snow obliterates like death all trace of me upon the Earth
Then look for me in the Moon and in the heavens, you will see the soul of me
Soaring still among the stars and in that darkest time
When the Moon is covered by shadow and there is no trace of me in Heaven or on Earth
When you look outward and your lives seem cold and dark and barren
Let not despair eat at your hearts.
When I am waning I am making ready for return
Remember my promise and look within you
And there you will find the spirit of me
Awaiting those who will seek
For by the well-spring of your being I await you always.
I am Diana in Heaven and on Earth, Persephone
And within you that dark Hecate
Triple am I - the One in Three
My body the Earth My soul the Moon
And within thine innermost self
The eternal spirit of me.