Along I walked in the silence of the wood Thought to be alone and unobserved And there beside me a small wolf appeared From where he came, I could not know His nose was cool to the touch of my hand His eyes always calm and reassuring No fear was felt as he gazed up…
A Beltane Celebration Poem Spark turns to flame Flickering with life Aglow they reach for the sky. Warmth and light Spreading outward and up Dancing embers reaching on high. Moths to the flame The revelers come The Blessings of summer bestowed. Drums beat the spring tempo Jump, twirl, grind, and spin Rejoice all the night…
Fruits of First Harvest hang heavy on vines As stalks of grain ripen to gold Sweet the juices as warm they run To stain fingers of both young and old. Feast on the freshness that now abounds Storing away for the future For days that turn colder When the frost bites the bloom And the…
Nighttime skies fade to pink Cricket song on the breeze Night dew clings to blade and branch Before the mists of morning flee. Rising higher, blazing forth Eastern sky burning bright The Sun ascentds, his glory shines Upturned faces trace his flight. Celebrate in the Solstice Sunrise Bask in life giving light With open arms…
The Legacy passed to each generation And traditions of those gone before Bestowed at first breath the very day of your birth And is heard in the cry of the newborn. From whence did you come this old soul renewed To carry on in this new life? Your destiny will slowly unfold before you An…
The Path laid out or so it seems The road unwinds in fretful dreams The way once clear the way once sought Now clouds of doubt obscure your thoughts. Which road to take which road to follow The way well traveled or the way un-named To blaze a trail to call your own Your feet…
Death comes to us all without preamble or prejudice, No introduction, nor explanations, no invitations forthcoming. He comes at will, goes at will, none who’s will withstanding. For change he brings like clockwork springs that are ever unwinding. In seasons passing in the natural order – time gone before and after. The young grow old,…
Stories are told of the Wee Folk of old who still run Through the forests, misty hills, and deep vales, A world within a world rarely seen and stays hidden Beyond the veil, between the shadows, Where the shimmering light plays forbidden. Listen closely, can you hear the whisper and song most clear? Close your…
Dark is the night As a chill wind blows Dry leaves rustle Cold and decay sting the nose. Mists creep along the ground A smell of smoke fills the night As the witches gather Mothers, sons, daughters, and Crones Drawn together on this eve of old. In silent passage they make their way Into this…
The Sun and the Moon as the God and the Goddess Dance eternally in the heavens Sometimes in dark and sometimes in light Forever in their enchanted embrace. To witness this wondrous dance of the ages With all of its glory and grace Brings inspiring awe to those down below Who take time to watch…