Cinderella in Spring, 1967
Walking through the field on your way home from school. The path leads through naked brush along the farthest edge …
wheel year
Hylde-mođer (Elder Mother)
Holding My tender silver reaching roots in winter cradle death. Moulding, mourning, moving back. Icy winds whirl around my naked …
Solstice Rising
In the deep peace and stillness of a winter’s morning, The sun rises and we are born again.
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 of …
Eclipsing
The milkweed pod splits in my hands. And silky white seed tails scatter through my fingers and across the meadow. …
A cry for Gwyl Awst: The harvest time has come
Children of the Star Goddess We are the ones we have been waiting for. The heated days of August are …
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 …
Winter Solstice Song for my Sisters of the Drum
Let my drum guide you with soft steady beat As you move through the darkness Into the deep. Flow to …
Mabon dialectic
As we turn from the light to acknowledge the dark We can snuff out the flame and then reset the …
Zombie Walk in October
Shuffling along a broken path, Arms swaying limply, Matted hair hanging around her face. She trudges from emptiness to emptiness. …
In This Moment Moving Forward
This. Is birdsong at dawn. This. Is the rich earth humming under foot. Waking roots and teeming with life and …
Ambient at Beltaine
I am ambient. And I blend As I move forward into the past and back towards the future. My life …
