A tear will endear the heart of a seer

A digital catastrophe
Coloured with adversity
A punishment of sorts for me
Delivered with alacrity
The magic of a winters day
Suddenly taken away
Lost in an engorged display

Insinuations come and go
Significance of ebb and flow
Creative thoughts suggest a ray
Of sunlight on this winters day
A light force lost perchance to be
Part of our covens symphony
The lightening flash
Each thunderous roar
And one particular heart left sore

A covens secrets hallowed here
Made special by the time of year
A tearful spirit lost and left
Truthfully feeling so bereft
Of truth and wisdom along the path
Broken by the aftermath
The holly berries red and round
The ivy green upon the ground

The white witch pages open to
A dossier that doth imbue
All our spirits at a glance
Or leave us naked as we dance
One of our flock is all alone
Aching now from every bone
And why is this what did she do
Everything was good and true
A digital catastrophe
Coloured with adversity

Dear Arlene
Claudia is a good soul
A caring mother
Look kindly upon her
I beg of you

I have known her almost thirty years
And I know how heartfelt she is

This group as I have always said
Is a caring one let it not be cast
Into confusion

We are all children in so many ways
And the old craft is our stepping stone
To wonderment