Alban Arthuan

Upon the barren branch alights the sober darkling wren,

To remind us of the winter chill ’til the Robin comes again,

Dandelion seeds on the breeze that float away,

Is as the light disappearing from the edges of the day,

And hearken now the gathering light, the Oak King climbs to station,

And despite the harsh of winter cold, the old King’s abdication,

Hearing wings as they beat the air,  Further to the south,

Tasting warmer waters in its tiny peckish mouth,

And soon to North it will return, bringing Beltane sun,

We await you Robin redbreast, the Holly King has done.

May you all have a blessed Alban Arthuan!  hail the return of the Sun!

~Alban Artur

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