As each snowflake comes to rest upon the Earth a whisper is heard by me of soft love dancing in my heart joys yet to be lived and shared stories told to light the way memories as pictures with faced colors.
Whispers of what is yet to come what has passed in waking truth journeys walked with open eyes dreams recalled opening the mind.
In the deepest night, awake or asleep in the bright of the day anywhere I am a witch at any hour Weaving magick, creating love, embracing power. I am a goddess, always born I wear the three fold moon I carry the strength of the horn Casting the circle, blessing libation, honoring life. Harm none, do what ye will Heal always, love all creation My footsteps walk softly upon the Earth Celebrating the old ways in a new life. Dance and leap as the wheel turns Jump the balefires, drum the beat Sing to the lady, call the lord At home in the hearts of faerie I live quietly in my world I touch magick, giving hope. I live in kindness and die in peace I am a witch and honored to be.
The howling wind bends the trees shaking the leaves from home trembling the darkened windows like a wicked little gnome.
Painting the sky so grey sending shivers to the bone rasping a hasty warning don't be out here all alone. Flaunting its very strength Master of the autumn season Disturbing the hopes of any sun A temper tantrum with no reason
When the powerful wind is spent Calming down at its own will Restful and quietly mocking Embedded in all a deadly chill.
The cold wind blows its frosty breath across my mind the earth shudders as the roots of the trees tremble in response remembered precious times of warm sun upon the body flowers in splendor gracing my spirit and soul in love all passages of season and change embraced in gratitude for all things are as they are called to be in ascension the graceful stillness of allowing transcendence to new life.