drawing symbols of my power on my skin: Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

merry meet )o(
over the last few days i have been feeling so strongly the waning of the year and when i woke early this morning to chilly air, pale blue skies and dew caught in the cobwebs on the grass and hedge i felt it even more strongly.
i feel as if i am enveloped in the feeling and can feel everything settling down as we draw closer to the equinox and samhain.
there is a stillness here today that is deep inside me