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

~first frost~

*its here*
samhuinn is knocking at the door
~the Indian summer has passed us by and we have had our first frost~

yesterday we walked flynt about 4pm and we were in a shallow valley up on the high heathland~it was cloudy and the wind seemed to come rushing from nowhere and we were so cold.

so cold in fact we cut our walk short to hurry home.

this morning we went out again and although there was no wind it was so chilly~chilly enough to make me smile and embrace the coming months.

the trees here are full of fruit~laden with fruit~the red rose hips and hawthorn berries glow in their hundreds from the trees.

it was the same last year and i remember saying to swampy how we were in for a hard winter~and we did.
layers of ice covered other layers of frost and snow until the whole village was a skating rink of thick ice, covering every path, every road and it lasted not days but weeks.
we could not drive out of the village and at night, standing in the garden, we could hear loud cracking sounds and see continuous bright flashes in the sky. the next day i found it was the tracks of the railway freezing.

*i feel that this year will be the same*


Rose said...

Someone at work was saying about Siberian Swans. They have arrived three weeks earlier than last year. I don't much like being cold!

miss*R said...

how I envy you the brisk cold mornings with that gorgeous description of the hedgerow fruits.. although I am looking forward to warm weather which is still not here. you must keep warm this winter !!
[I might take a Beltane walk.. that is coming up for us]

Twiggy said...

I agree, I'm sure we'll be ice skating down to school soon :) There was such a chill wind blowing this morning, I've looked out Twiglets hat and gloves for tommorrow - brrrrr
Twiggy x

al hayball said...

Think it might be true,,,another hard winter on its way..but at least you are not stuck out in the sticks this time! al
(just waiting to see if Tilly's operation went alright this afternoon, -speying that is. Flynty next?x)

Anonymous said...

You are so right ... I feel it in the air too and in my bones. I am learning to embrace each and every season, to look forward to the varying months and moods of the year. Lovely to read that you do this too, at least with the winter months :).


Rhiannon said...

So many great posts on your page since I last visited :) I haven't been on in a while, been busy this Mabon ;) I love this season and the build up to Samhain, my favorite time. Even here, in these sunny, SoCal mtns., there is crisp bite in the fog that strangely brightens my mood...while everyone else is moaning about the fog, rain and cold. :) Blessings, friend!

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

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Johney Gaul~1915

Johney Gaul~1915
1890-17 september 1918~France