Day five of Twelve Days of Devotion to Gwyn ap Nudd

This fifth day
I consider Your battle.

How Calan Mai seems far away
but already we’re both counting down
the moons, the weeks, the days.

How every year you face
fighting a battle you cannot win,
how every year you have shown up anyway
for the seasons must turn, the ford must be crossed,
from death new life won, flowers from pain.
I think with shame of the times
I have failed to show up.

There will be no more excuses this year.