Candles burned along the mantle,
(Someone forgot to buy the drip-less sort)
Megan (cleaning lady) has to find a way
To clean the mess up as the day begins …
Witches made merry under the mellow light
Dancing, singing for Beltane feasting …
Alas, alas, and sigh … all good things come to an end
Upon the first light of day Megan looked forlorn.
The last wisps of incense filled the air
As she began to clear the trash…
Spring was properly celebrated
Now to return to daily routines.
Boredom ‘tis life … separated by special moments … she thought.