Demeter, Mother of the land, Lady of wealth,
I call to you.
Dark are your sorrows
as you await the day
when the sun will shine
upon Kore’s beloved face.
Come my Lady,
awake your fertile powers once more.
Allow me to be Baubo for this instant,
to cheer your heart and make you laugh.
Throw off your mourning robes.
Move once again to the rhythm,
to the Dance of Life.
Let your magick flow across the land
freeing it from snow and cold.
Prepare the land for the seed
so that her return is greeted
with blossoms galore.
So turn the Wheel, Mother.
Turn the Wheel and awaken the land.
I bow to you and sing your praise.