Grandmother Weaver, weave your web
We feel your threads about our head
Weaving and spinning thread by thread
Grandmother Weaver, weave your web
Grandfather Green, come spread your cloak
Of quartz bone and granite holly and oak
Through leaves and twigs your fingers poke
Grandfather Green, come spread your cloak
Listen to the song
© A M Hunter January 2016
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Stoneacorn (Xander)
These songs, poems, and reflections offer an insight to who I am and are my autobiography.
I am a poet, a song writer, a witch.
I dance my Wyrd in my practice; in how I choose to live; in who I share my moments with.
My heart is black, white, grey and purple like the stone beneath my feet, the bones of Grandfather Green.
My eyes contain her Stars and her deep dark well as I straddle the hedge and listen to the winds.
My form is the tree that connects all realms, clothed in holly and oak.
I am Stoneacorn
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