Season of the Witch
Autumn, you return
like a lover
thought lost to my dreams.
A cool hand on my forehead.
I want to kiss your fingertips,
and wear you like the scarves-
colourful as dead leaves-
that long to warm my neck once more.
I want to wash clean the sins of summer
in your endless rains,
and accept your blessings
of apples, blackberries, sacred mushrooms-
if they Will find me.
In return I’ll make my offerings
of rites and rituals, art and words.
Blood and songs, and all of me besides.
For when I am touched by your cool hand-
even as the leaves go gracefully to their deaths-
I come alive.
3 Comments
difundelaluz
Autumn is my most favorite season and your words resonate for me completely. Thank you for your beautiful work ???
boudika
Such a magickal time of year ?
difundelaluz
Agreed! ?