wind in hair
that flies with breath of morning
bluebird calling
sunrise song
everything begins again
heat in heart
that aches with love of noonday
cackling grackles fly about
indigo flashing
passion pulsing
there is a time to work and grow
rain on skin
and tears at tender twilight
mockingbirds are cooing comfort
singing, sighing
settling in
this was supposed to be
fall to ground
and burrow into darkness
hide yourself in deepest stone
midnight crows sail past the moon
there is relief in rest
round and round
and round
it spirals — breath of
air
is warmed by sparks of
fire
flowing through the
water
of wonder to
earth
which leads to
centre
where
there is a middle ground

May these words bring truth
and healing through open hands and hearts.
And then, let it flow back into our Mother Earth
for the love of all her beings.
As witches we honour five elements that correspond to the five directions: air (east), fire (south), water (west), earth (north) and spirit (centre). The directions form a spiral that inform all aspects of our lives.
photo adapted from original by kevinrussmobile
so beautiful to feel, to see, to touch what you we know in our bones -Diane, you have encapsulated this beautifully here -thank you for your words. I am listening.
Oh thank you Karen! I love this song so much . . it is heart breakingly beautiful! Thank you for sharing. xoxox
Lovely poem!
Thank you Kyla! xoxoxo
It is beautiful, hauntingly so… it breaths and moves and dances and inspires. Thank you from my heart!
Thank you!!’