Season of the Witch Oddquain
Mixed
fallen leaves
crimson, brown, and gold;
Cinnamon hangs in the air
Stir;
Smoke
rising above the cauldron;
Season of the Witch;
As night falls
fly.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2022
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