It’s spring and we’re all aglow as we see the heads of the seven sisters go.
Ancient sailors rained upon by Merope’s tears, dance in joy at the beginning of a New Year.
Leo roars shaking his mane of long hair, his Regulus heart set on Virgo so fair.
And Venus comes and Venus goes and where she hides we do not know.
Down to the plutonic world to visit Chiron her icy lover, or up to Io her eruptive brother.

Summer, the swans afloat, followed close by an old sea goat.
Lyra the harp a ring in his strings, stays far away from Scorpio’s stings.
The beehives abuzz with droplets of dew
Midsummer’s dream tells me half the years through.

And Venus comes and Venus goes and where she hides we do not know.
At the altar she bestows her wishes that Deimos and Phobos make up with kisses.

Fall, as time seems to slow,
Skies full of water creatures show.
Days are shorter, and shadows grow.
Mars goes retrograde; it’s true,
There’s so much left to do.
Long nights, Beaver moon reigns full with light
Farmers gather reap and sow from the seeds they plant below.

And Venus comes and Venus goes and where she hides we do not know.
Behind the sun she hides for a season, until sweet Sirius lures her out with reason.

Winter and Orion the mighty hunter, his belt jewels sparkling like glass
Has a sharp sword created mostly of gas.
His red-eyed tormentor charges toward the galactic center.
Black hole there we’re told, will let us pass, or take firm hold.

By gravity pulled the shortest day arrives, and then God bless us all, we make it to the other side.
We’re slung around the galactic core, and through the veil of Cassiopeia’s mighty door.
Looking back and forth in her mirror alone, leaving the old year behind she welcomes us home.

And Venus comes and Venus goes and where she hides we do not know.
Three times we curtsy before her crescent face.
Grant us favor to some day rise and sit beside her place.
The first the last forever be, the one we commit to memory.