Oh my blackened cauldron popping, sparking bright! The wheel of the year has turned upon this Samhain night Witches dancing merrily, singing ‘round the hill The earth is growing tired, our shelves are at their fill Grateful for the harvest, sweet souls are welcomed here Incense, smoke, and candles, laughter, bread and cheer!
The merry ole crone is out for the day Broom propped “straw up” while she is away. Her skirts are cotton, she smells of a rose. By her violet door, herbs and flowers now grow. Sage and Rosemary sizzle there in the sun The labors of summer, yet to be done In her heart, she […]
I was talking with Poppa last night about the word “witch.” This is such a misunderstood word, even for one that is a witch. There are numberous meanings of this word, depending on where you look. Every time I run a search, I find a new “original” definition. I find that for this crone, embracing the word “witch” […]