Yew Tree, Chalice Well Gardens, Glastonbury UK

It’s in the Shadows

A riddle

It’s in the shadows
Between the light and the dark
It’s in the shadows
Between the stone and the spark
It’s in the shadows
Between the Web and the Tree
It’s in the shadows
Between the bud and the seed

Waiting
Shrouded
Hidden
Clouded
Swirling and
Still
A breath away
If you will

It’s in the shadows
Between the light and the dark
It’s in the shadows
Between the stone and the spark
It’s in the shadows
Between the Web and the Tree
It’s in the shadows
Between the bud and the seed

Waiting
Shrouded
Hidden
Clouded
Swirling and
Still
A breath away
If you will

It’s in the shadows
Between the light and the dark
It’s in the shadows
Between the stone and the spark
It’s in the shadows
Between the Web and the Tree
It’s in the shadows
Between the bud and the seed

Waiting
Shrouded
Hidden
Clouded
Swirling and
Still
A breath away
If you will

Listen to the song

(c) AM (Xander) Hunter October 2020

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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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