~ By Courtesy of Others ~
To Idunna
Holy fruit, in Asgard´s hearth hid,
Grows in Idunna´s girded garth:
In leafless trees life is renewed,
Silver blossoms star bare branches,
Golden the apples given to gods,
Sweet the fruit with its secret seeds.
In Midgard´s mirk, men wake from madness:
In fields a thousand years left fallow,
Sleeping seeds at last are sprouting-
Idunna, see the new day dawning,
Bear to us thy branch of blessings,
A tree of troth to bless the true.
© Diana L. Paxson
Diana is member of The Troth and Gyðja of the seidh group Hrafnar.
Image: © J.J.Larsen