Solstice Song
The place of dreams,
Of ancestors and bones,
Of chalk and flint,
Of long-lost ceremonies and
The sacred hares’ circle dance.
Beneath Grandmother’s silvered rays,
We breathe magic
Charms of frost.
~Juliet Waldron
You are welcome--poems come very occasionally these days, gifts of the Goddess.
ReplyDeleteLovely, shivery deliciousness!
ReplyDeletea lovely poem just right for the solstice. a note from the goddess to pay attention Thank you.
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