As poppies fired the nut-brown wheat My love rode by with sun-stained feet With a longing call and horse hooves fleet I followed her laughter all a summer morn But, oh, from a distant palace of shade I heard the rune of my nature played I strained to listen and lost the maid And walked the world forlorn
When the circle green was brown with leaves My love rode by as one that grieves I left my stand within the sheaves And followed her weeping all an autumn noon From beyond the sunset splashed with red A circle weighed upon my head I begged embrace but she had fled Beyond the dawning moon
When the woods were covered with snow drifts deep My love passed by as one asleep I left the earth my horns to keep And followed her dreaming all a winter's night And all along the moonlit track With thorny shadows printed black I caught a scent and turned my back And lost my life's delight
Maiden of the secret well I strain for you, yearning From upon the oak throne quivering Mistress of the horned moon I pain for you, burning Underneath the blue stone shivering I need you, I need you, I need you....
When heather primed the morning air My love arose, and I was there A thousand flowers in her hair And in her eyes was the Wheel of Time Reached for her hand, I did not miss Combining all this diverse bliss Forged together in one single kiss We made the world one in rhyme
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."