In a wee wood

It was just a wee wood
With a lushness galore
With all sorts of trees
And wild flowers and more
Some old hazel hedging
And brambles to tear
A brook and a stream
Such a sweet grove to share

Several goddess trees
The alder of old
Loving the river
On water its sold
A carpet of purple
And orbs oft around
Where so many birches
Of silver are found
bringers of promise
Not wanting less
My lady a witch
And in truth I confess
Such an enchanting spirit
And no brighter mind
And of course at their feet
Fly agaric we find

Lady of the wood
Thats the birch all aglow
With her silvery bark
New beginnings they flow
So very creative
A positive sign
In her cottage surrounded
By everything fine
The 14 th day of august
That be opportune
Ten days before
The most amazing tune
That rings through out the branches
A splendid refrain
From the solar eclipse
And that dance in the rain

In the warmth of her cottage
A wood burning stove
A beautifully tiled hearth
Her besom she drove
Linked with the water
Close to the brook
Where the spirits resided
And would often look
They loved the shelter
Their watery air
The first ogham tree
So Bold and aware
In the light of the moon
They blaze to the sky
And my glorious friend
She just understands why

When she sits in her window
Brushing her hair
Each sable strand
My lady is fair
Her life giving qualities
For to admire
And her warm path to wisdom
Held fast in her fire
In the wee wood
Nymphs of the blue
Dance in sweet halo’s
And wet with the dew
Descend just like faeries
To peep and to be
Creating an aura
And an alchemy

Seeing her robed up
In that awesome green
With her hat and her jewellery
She is a queen
In the wee wood
Her feyness is there
With all the brook spirits
Around her to share
An astral embrace
And to be by her side
In her cauldron of care
Where peace does reside
Her books and her spells
And her shadows I share
In the wee wood
With my lady aware.