An exploration of seership in poetry, songs, chants and reflections
They are Near
Golden serpent Dances with delight Over stones that shimmer in the Nearly eve twilight They are near, they are near They are near, they are near They are nearly nearly here See them peeking from that Four Leaf clover Reaching as they stand On tippy toes Peeking from behind that Nearby boulder You may mistake them for A latish blooming rose
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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Green and Grey 