The warmth of Midsummer
voluptuous, yet restful
weaves her magic into every drop
of precious sunlight
so fleeting
and so powerful
with honeysuckle nectar at our lips
and birdsong the score
in the Season of Swoon
The vibrancy and heightened sensuality of Summer often feels like a dream....
December shimmers in like a crystalline dancer
spinning you around in its iridescent flurry
of high spirits
and wistful glances along the silvered horizon
until you drop, breathless, into the snow
and breathe in the icy wonders of Winter
In this heightened time of bustling...
Sun kisses bestowed upon us
by the great lion in the sky
as we bask in the last moments of fullness
to savor every delight
inhale every perfume
and await the turn of the wheel once more
August marks the last of Summer as it...
Graceful branches rake the sky
cloaked in evening stars, ever earlier
that reach to entwine limbs
with brand new winds stirring cool and fragrant.
The air is alive with possibilities;
pulses quicken and eyes sparkle bright
for the Season of The Witch has begun
As hard...
Majestic trees inhale
to draw breath from each graceful limb
deep into their hearts,
sprinkling jeweled leaves along a scented path.
The earth, still ripe with bounty,
shimmers between the worlds,
and magic is everywhere.
The most mystical of seasons is finally with us, my Loves!...
Days begin anew, it seems
stretching forever across snowy acres
into the long Winter’s night,
a Neverland of never ending
so still, and yet ever fluid
-if you can see it.
Have the stars realigned just in time?
January always brings a strange and beautiful paradox:...
Heavy heated days turn to balmy starlit nights
that breathe magic into our dreams
and carry us beyond the sea.
The silent lull of moonlight
opens the path
to desires fulfilled
and hearts overflowing.
Somewhere between Midsummer and the harvest festivals that grace the first winds...
When the lonely heart of snow and ice,
heavy and insular with thoughts of days passed
and restless for days to come,
is led by the hand of Venus along the pink dusky clouds
the wild heart of Spring begins to open
Once again,...
The restless winds of early Spring
torn between adventures that await
rising from the fertile belly of the earth
and the fervent desire
to melt back beneath the layers
lest uncertainty reveal itself
And such is the conflicted suitor that is March – does he...
In the dream of a woman as a flower, she is nestled deep within.
Embraced by silken petals she sleeps
infused with scent, cloaked in the dew of youth
eternally kissed by its beauty.
She awakens as her petals unfurl, revealing to all...