Where are the owls
Blodeuwedd?
Called into the smoky trees
of Summer?
Calling in the daytime.
Songs of desolation.
Where are the hares?
The horses? Epona?
The chalky grassland
has abandoned them.
We, The Wild Ones must,
In Spirit, gather now.
Leave the gardens
And the fenced off fields.
Here, on the fore shore
In the space
between the tides,
between the worlds,
we need to weave a web
of love and welcome,
to forge a channel
for the powers
of Life and Joy.
A jewel~ rare and gleaming, thank you from my heart.
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Thank you Lindy – blessings
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“The powers of life and joy”– hear! here! Thank you to Pollyweaver…
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