Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Hallows Everyday 25

Song of the Samhain Goddess
Deep night in the forest,
Deep night on the hill.
The Old Wise One opens her cloak -
Inside, bitter smoke coils like a snake.
Heaped at her feet, orange pumpkins grin.
The bones of her hand shine through the skin.
Breath of Mystery rides the wind:
Honor me.
Breath of death cold on the back of your neck:
Honor me.
Breath of magic whirls around you:
Honor me.
Breath of endings and beginnings, always new.
Honor me now.
~Cait Johnson~
From Witch in the Kitchen
Magical Cooking for All Seasons

No comments:

Post a Comment