wheel year

Oh Guinevere

“. . . therefore all ye that be lovers call unto your remembrance the month of May, like as did …

Ostara’s Easing

And so the earth began to soften and the warming breezes came. And everywhere down through the eons of this …

Mycelium and Memory

  And so I drop in deepest winter dreaming. Composing and decomposing, drifting under over and within. Descending into earth, …

Oat Straw Harvest Prayer

Oat straw ancient one— Milk of our Mother Gaia. Thank you for soothing and supporting us. Thank you for giving …

Cinderella in Spring, 1967

Walking through the field on your way home from school. The path leads through naked brush along the farthest edge …

Hylde-mođer (Elder Mother)

Ellærn, eller, eldre Eldrun, hyldor, hylanntree Hylde-mođer you shall be. Holding My tender silver reaching roots in winter cradle death. …

Solstice Rising

  In the deep peace and stillness of a winter’s morning, The sun rises and we are born again. Image: …

Crone Mother at Calan Gaeaf

Now Winter is calling her. The Western Gates are open, And once again she stands in liminal space. Not spinning, …

Ostara playlist

  A poem crafted from the titles of the songs on my Ostara playlist.   It’s mostly about the language …

Crone Mother at Calan Mai

Now Summer is calling her. And she is leaning into that liminal space. Not spinning, not weaving, not wondering. Standing …

Mabon dialectic

  As we turn from the light to acknowledge the dark We can snuff out the flame and then reset …

Zombie Walk in October

Shuffling along a broken path, Arms swaying limply, Matted hair hanging around her face. She trudges from emptiness to emptiness. …

Ambient at Beltaine

  I am ambient. And I blend As I move forward into the past and back towards the future. My …