A witch alone

In the woods we know its winter
From tHe snow thats on the ground
And the lady clad in crimson
With her golden hair I found
She is looking through those many trees
All straight as I die
And moving with the hoary frost
That pain a maidens eye

Looking at her form today
She be a witch alone
The light is very bright around her
And the seeds she’s sown
She has been a planting them
All the years before
Creating her own forest
Where she can now explore

What will she do tomorrow
Upon her broomstick fly
Up into the branches
Where owls and faeries high
Magic is her moment
Her consciousness of old
She stills her vital body
And lets her hair of gold

Feel vibrant in the wintry air
That hangs from branches high
The art of visualisation
She’s giving that a try
To warmer climes she’s going
Expanding all those powers
With the romance in her being
She brightens mine for hours