Movable Feast

by Columbine

When the wind is soft and gentle
Though the stars as sharp as crystal
And the moon a creamy sickle
Slipping through the branches' net
When the bat is softly sleeping
In the hemlock's steadfast keeping
And the cinnamon is steeping
In the wine
When the strength inside your belly
Wakes to meet the season proudly
And is greeted sometime kindly
This you must not e'er forget
For an equal is but worthy
Not malicious or unfriendly
But the proof of what you can be
In good time.

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