As I wake in the morning,
On this most auspicious day,
The sky is bursting with raw energy and potential.
Gray clouds plump with rain,
Electric streaks of white crack
Them open and roar power at the peak.
A darkened, New Moon crosses
In front of the face of the Sun.
Eclipsed by the New.
The World is changing.
I am changing.
What was once a Maiden,
Now a Mother.
Bless us powerful Sky.
Let the full range of your wonder
Spill over today
On this day of worshipped transition.