Season of The Witch
Twirling pumpkin vines and September sunsets, it's the season of the witch.
Dancing on the frigid currents of change,
Autumn arrives with a thunderous roar,
A sharp clap of frost that snaps our eyes
To the sky as it grays,
To the trees flaming in place of the summer sun.
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A powerful wind of cold and leaves and spirits
Whisks the living off their feet,
Sweeps them indoors where they are safe from
The omnipresent darkness, the subtle shift
Between a warm world full of life and the unrelenting,
Vicious reality where deities struggle to exist.
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It is the season of the witch.
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Her nails have gone black from the fresh dirt
Of another bountiful harvest but the water
From the crisp river with a penchant for drowning
Disrespecting, ignorant ill-wishers
Carries the mud downstream, leaving her clean
And depositing the earth in next year’s forest.
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The witch grinds her herbs, pets the petals
Of her weary sunflowers with a murmured thank you
For hanging on until the later frost.
She dances with the twirling pumpkin vines,
Lays beneath walnut trees and dreams in the falling,
Fluttering leaves of red and yellow
Before floating to the perennials and wishing them well.
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The long journey of winter will come
But the witch with long auburn hair tinged brown
And gray worries about the flourishing green of her garden,
Remedies to sorrow, and the spirits slipping
Through the veil to come say hello again,
To whisper soft words of love and belonging.
The earth settles beneath her feet, tired and content.
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She makes love to the universe, cradles its dreams
In sweaty palms and strokes the leaves of hope
With careful, ethereal touches that align with the stars.
She is a child of autumn, a descendent of the moon,
A sorceress convinced she can leave a footprint
On the emerald carpet the universe has thrown underfoot
With a touch of compassion and a sprinkling of magic.
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The witch doesn’t fear the morphing skies,
Nor does she tremble when the Earth breathes
And lets out a sigh, ruffling the canopy of her forest,
The one she pads through barefoot in the summer,
Sits in for long hours humming ancient songs
When the temperatures dip low and
Snow covers the hard dirt taking its long sleep.
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She smiles with the universe, weeps when it hurts.
The witch tucked in the forest dances clothed in a dress
Crafted by the stars and made with alabaster moonlight.
She drinks down flowers, strings words together
To protect the small space she has carved out.
She is a woman made of fallen leaves and dried blossoms.
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While the rest cower and sleep in their homes,
Filled with terror at the power swelling around them,
She picks dead daisies and smiles at the black sky
Empty without the moon tonight.
And her smile feeds the trees she’s tucked in for bed,
Bringing her long seasons of life ahead.
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It is the time of the witch,
The hour of mystical change
Where magic lives and breathes,
Reproduces on steamy morning breath and fog,
Plants its seeds in an open field and crowded forest floors.
It is her time to dance and be and exist completely free
In the cool embrace of autumn, her beloved season.
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Silver Serpent Books
Writer. Interested in all the rocks people have forgotten to turn over. There are whole worlds under there, you know. Dark ones too, even better.
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