Elegant Crone-ing~


She dances wild and casts her will She’s fiery coals, and winter’s chill She weaves and spins, she boils and bakes She kneads the bread and bakes the cakes She listens well, yet, it’s all been told She’s peaceful now that she is old Her basket is blessed with herbal charms She rocks the broken …

A Blessed Crone Witch~


This old mountain is alive, aware and alert and wearing her most sensual navy blue dress tonight. Crickets and frogs are humming; rain is falling softly, soundlessly. I know that there is a small group of reddish brown does that are sleeping together one hundred feet below me. There are gray doves sleeping in scruffy …

The Fruitful Hands Of The Crone Witch


She has hoed her rows, been baked by sun Her back is bent Her prowess lent No time to cry With tears to dry Tasks and labor Love to savor Plant and sew Her seeds shall grow Reap the harvest Wait for snow Her cauldron brew, a hearty blend Of Summer days and Winter winds …

The Mother Spirit


 The way of the crone witch is one of great responsibility. She is an elder, it is upon her to teach the old ways, the ways of nature and honor.  She drinks from the chalice of life thirstily, her life blood is freedom.  She dances upon the path merrily, she is unapologetic for her passions. She is set apart …