Samhain

  
Then the moment 

grinds to a halt

Suspends in the air

The tweeting of a bird

calling the chorus

that follows

The healing flow 

of the spring

beneath

The laughter of the little people

The breeze

whispering

kissing my cheeks

making me aware of my tears

Vibrations of the yew

takes me into a misted wood

of shadows

through the veil

That’s feels so familiar

A peaceful cwtch

A kiss of being

A gift laid at my feet

to care for

take root and be reborn

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