I am walking with the night, where the darkness holds all of the secrets that I long to know I am a living spell of stardust and wandering, listening to the owl's sweet voice I am dreaming by my own accord while the wind sings quietly to my soul Here, I know I am a... Continue Reading →

From hoof and horn your dreams are born on days of winter longing. And in the summer's secret corners where dragonflies rest on hot rocks by the water. You sit and think about worlds beyond the one you are fated to, making up the details as your mind wanders. Trusted canine by your side, hiding... Continue Reading →

If I were to speak to the purpose of being, I would prepare for a complicated conversation. The simplicity of "just being" is not so very simple. The definition of things gets decidedly messy because words are often woefully inadequate when contemplating everything involved inside the meaning of something. When I was a young girl,... Continue Reading →

To end to end, begin again Yellows, reds and browns Away into Her arms you go Down, down and down Spin and turn away from life Dark will hold you near Blessed heartbeat of the earth That's all that you will hear Lovers understand it well For this is how it's always been That everything... Continue Reading →

An unseasonably warm day in October rolls in with wind, its hot breath out of place amongst the colors of Autumn. The grasslands, with their once waving carpet overflowing with green, are now faded and fallen against the earth like they are speaking secrets to the coming Winter. The wind causes the now brittle goldenrod... Continue Reading →

Step into the subtle darkness. Through the fog and the falling leaves, searching for the door that the staircase hides behind. The scent of the world has changed. There is a murky quality to the air, a foreboding weight to the mist, and a tapping sound underneath the crickets desperately holding fast to what is... Continue Reading →

** this piece was created as part of a writing prompt assignment within Danielle Dulsky's Witches of the Word Coven. Check out all of Danielle's offerings at The Hag School ** When first harvest looms, the banshee wails from somewhere before time marked the journey of the seasons. She sings an old song that spills over... Continue Reading →

She always remembers it as fire. That heat behind the breastplate of her armor. The swirling warmth of it, growing there inside her, consuming logic and good manners. Eating away at the expectations of quiet acceptance. "Let me out," it whispers. "Let me out and everyone will know that you are not weak." Someone told... Continue Reading →

Summer's Queen casts her light upon the world, a joyful radiance unmatched in its brilliance. She is the loveliest when she's covered in morning dew, her robes glistening at the hem as she glides through her kingdom. She knows that she is beautiful, yet she is not vain. She stretches out her arms before me,... Continue Reading →

** a writing prompt from Interwoven, a guided exploration of nature and a life lived in relationship, by Jane Pike. Check Jane out at: https://janepike.substack.com/ ** Birds coast when they can because the wind is their scripture. Inside the shell they already know, it is their birthright. The air is their music, their songs are... Continue Reading →