Beltane burns
half from Spring.
The house is quiet now
the fire died.
Strong proud mother sits silent watching
One of her embers fading.
Badges on apps untapped
smouldering ephemera.
Beltane burns
half to Summer.
Routine replaces revolution
flaming the fans.
Heartbreak my companion
Coal its avatar.
Hope and meaning entwined
wick trimmed - steady.
