Storm clouds hung
Grey and towering and so so welcome
I half hoped for a deluge
Right in the middle of the ritual
The time for ritual came and on we got
The World Wide Web of internet zooming witches and wise women!
Hail and welcome!
Put your brooms in the virtual corner
Prop them by the door and
Settle into the moment of transition
This is the magic time
And no, I do not say that simply
Time to shed what was once
What had brought us right to the gate
Spring set the scene
For the ultimate flowering
The heat and sweat and hot ankles and soaked dripping cleavage
The grubby hands that pull up food
Herbs and medicine
For the healing of the world
Straw hat and freckled wrinkles
Overhead the apples will swell
And the plums will drop
Like men’s balls on twigs
Dangling right in our faces
For us to pick and suck and
be careful of the stone on delicate teeth,
For not all juicy things are altogether beneficent
Now, though let’s not get ahead of outselves
This is still just the doorway
Not passed through quite yet
We are still with one foot
On either side
I still hold Spring so dear and tender in my heart
For this lockdown has taught me true love
Reverence and devotion
To the burgeoning days I have been a part of
I am not ready to fall head first into Summer
Please, can I not rest a little while before that massive power
Is all around me?
Time is precious and it is flying
Faster and faster
It zooms
Like we wisewomen
Now on our electronic brooms
Connected through the ether
When all is confusion
Be held in the truth of Earth
And Sun
And their eternal dance of love
The deepest magic I want to learn is:
How can I slow down Time?
Nwyfre 