My Kin

There is the brewing, the bending, the fire

There is the healing, the work, the desire

There is the dancing, the shine of the moon

There is the planting, the sun of the noon

There is the study, the branch, leaf and tree

There is the hunger to set the soul free

There is the fruit, the pulp and the core

There is the legend, the folk and their lore

There is the wild thing, the beat of the night

There is the forest, the reverence, the light

There is the woman who sings to the wind

There is a witch, and she is my kin

Published by sheilarosskuhn

I write, I am an earth mother goddess...

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