In the woods we know its winter
\nFrom tHe snow thats on the ground
\nAnd the lady clad in crimson
\nWith her golden hair I found
\nShe is looking through those many trees
\nAll straight as I die
\nAnd moving with the hoary frost
\nThat pain a maidens eye<\/p>\n
Looking at her form today
\nShe be a witch alone
\nThe light is very bright around her
\nAnd the seeds she’s sown
\nShe has been a planting them
\nAll the years before
\nCreating her own forest
\nWhere she can now explore<\/p>\n
What will she do tomorrow
\nUpon her broomstick fly
\nUp into the branches
\nWhere owls and faeries high
\nMagic is her moment
\nHer consciousness of old
\nShe stills her vital body
\nAnd lets her hair of gold<\/p>\n
Feel vibrant in the wintry air
\nThat hangs from branches high
\nThe art of visualisation
\nShe’s giving that a try
\nTo warmer climes she’s going
\nExpanding all those powers
\nWith the romance in her being
\nShe brightens mine for hours<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading