rise and root



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

"When birds fall from the sky and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people...shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. they will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow"

Hopi Prophecy


last night i saw the largest, brightest meteor i have ever seen, (not the one pictured here!) i did think it was the early stages of the lyrid's but double checking we are still some days away from this.

so i imagine it was just a one off random one~but how lucky was i to see it given the speed with which they arrive and then vanish in the night sky!
and what a lovely time i had sitting in the garden in the dark last night~a bit of a chill but not too bad, the last traces of sunset behind me, a few small, pink clouds still visible in the distance, the glowing moon gazing down at me and a solitary owl hooting across the lane~it made me want to pack up pippin and go camping!

1 comment:

Tina said...

Aren’t they so special?! I always feel so excited when seeing some, don’t know where this comes from. We haven’t had clear skies at night for what seems like ages to me, though I got a glimpse of the moon on Monday night shining through the clouds while I was out with the dogs.

All things share the same breath~the beast, the tree, the man, the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Chief Seattle

Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France