in Her light
This year my hand was drawn
to dark, fragrant cakes of beeswax.
New beginnings, new light.
Some years the continuity of the wheel
is expressed by stirring into the pot
last year's candle ends.
This year blows in on a new wind
and continuity is simply
the unused wax in the bottom of the pot.
Promises unfulfilled get a second chance.
Fragrant tapers take shape
Delicate Maidens form
and grow into to fruitful Mothers.
As darkness falls, one tired witch
kneels at her altar
to ask the Maiden's blessing.
Two tapers blazing, bathe me in Her light.
to dark, fragrant cakes of beeswax.
New beginnings, new light.
Some years the continuity of the wheel
is expressed by stirring into the pot
last year's candle ends.
This year blows in on a new wind
and continuity is simply
the unused wax in the bottom of the pot.
Promises unfulfilled get a second chance.
Fragrant tapers take shape
Delicate Maidens form
and grow into to fruitful Mothers.
As darkness falls, one tired witch
kneels at her altar
to ask the Maiden's blessing.
Two tapers blazing, bathe me in Her light.