Wiccan Woman
She is earthly like her garden
Her roots are deep within our planet’s bowels
We are no longer amazed by her green thumbs
They suit her, and she suits them
She carries a scent of fresh roses,
butterflies and dragonflies gravitate toward her
an ethereal entity, she can dig soil out of clay
her plants thrive and glisten as they hear her
She has a naturalness that enhances the meadow
The oaks and elms hear her song, and anticipate her next move
She is organic, delightfully earthy, upbeat and sunny.
We are all in awe of Wiccan woman.
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