I feel I want to lay my head<\/p>\n
in a cornfield on the ground<\/p>\n
to just lay still<\/p>\n
and I think I will<\/p>\n
I will not make a sound<\/p>\n
close my eyes and peer into the heavens<\/p>\n
the, wiccan awakening is mine<\/p>\n
imagining the sentinels those trees<\/p>\n
those living sculptures<\/p>\n
leafless autumn it feels so divine<\/p>\n
<\n\nfor every kind of \n\nand the season which is true\n\n\n\ncreating a great palette\n\nproducing colours where\n\nearlier the greens appeared\n\nbut now theres lots to share\n\nI\n\nthe deep browns and the purples\n\nthe orange and indigo\n\ndeep bold strokes of magic\n\nfor all those in the know\n\n\n\na waterfall, a meandering of stream\n\nto somewhere where\n\nthe water can \u00a0find minerals\n\nand just take them to share\n\n\n\na moose a little thread bare\n\nstumbles on the scene\n\ndrinks a draught of water\n\nand some leaves\n\nfor he \u00a0has been\n\n\n\nwandering the \u00a0forests dark\n\nhopeful of some sweet\n\ngrasses where he cleans his teeth\n\nand tests out his poor feet\n\n\n\na crescent moon peers downwards\n\nan owl sits in his tree\n\ntightly packed in a little snug\n\nlooking agreeably\n\n\n\nhappy at the changing times\n\ndown on the meandering stream\n\nthe lass still sleeps\n\nthe wind still reaps\n\nshes half way through her dream\n\n\n\nshe suddenly awakens\n\nand sees the corn \u00a0and sees\n\na circle made by spirits\n\neven dryads,\n\non her knees\n\nshe marvels at the closeness to her\n\nstands and walks away\n\nMabon got her going\n\n\n\nthats all that she could say\n\nthe magic of that moment\n\nher eyes could not believe\n\nher heart was moved to flutter\n\nher mind was to achieve\n\n\n\n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I feel I want to lay my head in a cornfield on the ground to just lay still and I think I will I will not make a sound close my eyes and peer into the heavens the, wiccan awakening … Continue reading