Diana

 

                                                                                      

Diana

 

 

 

Sunday, walking along the woodland path,

With your dog following dutifully,

The great wedge of sunlight pouring in

From the sea, breaking through the trees.

 

Everything good comes from the East;

All of the gods, but the most wonderful to see

Is Diane illuminated by the sun,

Bow in hand, deftly running with the hunt.

 

And at this, I think of you!

I had never made the connection before.

But, how apt to think of you and Artemis.

 

Goddess of feminine independence,

Protection and strength, wildness and freedom;

All trace of who illuminates the branches.