The only shower of rain we had
\nHas left its diadems
\nSparkling in the winter sun
\nAll those pretty gems
\nHanging off the jasmine
\nAnd the Rosemary
\nEach one decked in lots of leaves
\nBut kind of perilously<\/p>\n
Its the end of the harvest season
\nYou can just feel Winters bite
\nA time for the faeries so they say
\nAnd the souls of the dead invite
\nThemselves into our circles
\nLook around can you
\nMake out other druid forms
\nWhose skins are bluer than you<\/p>\n
Look across to Chipping Norton
\nSomewhere in the dark
\nSomeones lighting fireworks
\nClearly just a lark
\nThe moles are moving deeper
\nThe wind is drawing nigh
\nMy toes are feeling colder
\nAnd i have a watery eye<\/p>\n
Come taste the mead of summer
\nThe bee took on the wing
\nTaste its luscious sweetness
\nIt will make thee heart sing
\nWhoever you are come join us
\nClasp hands and lets be
\nIn the circle Part, of the ritual
\nFor an eternity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The only shower of rain we had Has left its diadems Sparkling in the winter sun All those pretty gems Hanging off the jasmine And the Rosemary Each one decked in lots of leaves But kind of perilously Its the … Continue reading