drawing symbols of my power on my skin: ~freeeezing~

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

~freeeezing~

the snow vanished over the night hours but it is, i think, colder than ever.

we popped out today because i had to have the wool to start my part of

wool against weapons

i also bought (encouraged by swampy!) to buy a couple of balls of something to make myself something...you see i am awaiting the delivery of a custom beaker made by a very talented potter (check out the link page over at my website) and wanted to crochet a 'cosy' for it...well now i have enough for a 'cosy' and a hat...i am on the lookout for a nice crochet hat pattern now...ravelry here i come!