Dawn breaks. The grass is shining
with dew and frost, silvery tracks left
by rabbits and deer, silflay
in the bright morning air.
The clouds are wisping
over the edge of the sun.
coming over the horizon with the sun
is the sound of hounds baying.
the birds’ good-morning calls
turn to alarm as the hunt passes,
warnings sweeping through the fields.
Artemis Phaesphoria leads Her hunt
up through the dawn, carrying
the white light of the day’s beginning.
a poem for anon on the less celebrated aspects of Artemis (x) (x) // reilly falanx (via falanx)
Mythology Aesthetics - Artemis, Greek goddess of the hunt and the wild
Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she draws her golden bow, rejoicing in the chase; the tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes with the cries of beasts
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