what the trees say on beltane

breathe

i talk to trees
and tonight they are talking back

the flower moon rises full in scorpio
flowers and the underworld
blooming and unraveling
beauty and the unflinching dark

this is not a contradiction
this is the whole truth

you cannot have the flower
without the rot that fed it
scorpio knows this
beltane knows this
tonight so do you

breathe

the hawthorn speaks

i bloom once a year
and i do not apologize
for how completely i do it

the flower moon means nothing held back
full means this is what surviving the dark earned you

let yourself be full

the oak speaks

i went underground for months
you thought i was gone

i was becoming capable of this

she opens into the moonlight
without apology
without making herself smaller
so the flowering looks less extravagant

the flower moon rises every may and says
look what made it through

you made it through

breathe

the apple tree speaks in blossom

the flower moon says abundance is coming
she says the blossoming is the proof

not the fruit
not what you will eventually be useful for

the flower
right now
is enough

scorpio carries this
the most profound beauty
grows from the deepest dark

the flower and the underworld
were never opposites
they were always
the same truth wearing different faces

breathe deeper

the willow leans into her reflection

the flower moon makes everything visible
every blossom
every grief still composting beneath you
every tender new thing
you have not shown anyone yet

scorpio says look
the flower moon says
what you see is beautiful
even the parts you were going to hide

the elder speaks last

i have watched ten thousand flower moons rise
ten thousand witches standing at the crossing
between the death they survived
and the life they were afraid to claim

every time
the flower moon says the same thing

you did not endure all of that
to bloom quietly

be the whole flower
the extravagant impossible bloom
that grew from grief
and came out gorgeous

breathe

the forest speaks as one

what died in you was not wasted
it went into the ground
the ground gave it to the roots
the roots gave it to this

this flowering
this terrifying beautiful aliveness
you almost did not let yourself have

the flower moon is full in scorpio
on beltane
and she is blinding tonight for a reason

rise

bloom like you mean it

you survived the dark
to do exactly this

breathe

and flower

—lyra moon (the underworld given petals and permission)
may 1, 2026