Stir the pot and look within,
A time to bring the last crops in,
Play the shadows as they grow,
From dark of Samhain to still of snow,
And deep inside each woman's soul,
The mysteries of the cauldron roll,
And warmed by blood of sacred earth,
Sleep and silence bring rebirth.
Cerydwyn
But the picture's Witch Hazel.
Nothing new under the sun
2 years ago
1 comment:
I love the enthusiasm you have for the holiday!
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