fantasy flowers grew all over this fantastical field
we never knew what kind of creativity this plot would yield
these were pastel, but others might glow neon-like in the sun
this enchanted garden had been planted by a miraculous one
A Wiccan who had a magic touch with everything green
Her advice was sought by peons, gardeners, landscapers and queen
She knew everything about growing, her thumb was better than most
Humble and helpful, best of all, this woman never would boast.
Cognitive decline
follows chronic emotional neglect
Said the curious student
to teachers of dogma
Said the silenced sage
to muted musicians
Said the silenced voice
to the petrified dancer
Said the theologian
to exhausted bodhisattvas
Said the frustrated ecologist
to traumatized wiccan worshippers
Said the gospel sympathizer
to Old Testament victimizers
Said the scientific systems reformer
to irreligious deformers
Said the green-caste revivalist
to the caste abolishionist
Crown chakra abuse
follows root chakra neglect
because
Root chakra ignore
follows Crown chakra adore
Because my cognitive ethos decline
follows our chronically traumatized
eros neglect
As my disillusion
follows Earth's disempowerment
Re-cognizing humane ethotic decline
follows chronic divine erotic neglect
Not empowering transformation
not enlightening communication's
authentically engaging restoration
Intellectually sagacious incline
following polyamorously amusing
compassion.
Here lives old witch visionary,
Great-great aunt of Hermione,
H. Potter deemed not so great,
Rank amateurs do not rate,
She's happy in her pumpkin patch,
Conjured up a wizard match,
Her suitor's name is Ethelred,
Makes him feel really good in bed,
Across the moon-epic trips,
Maybe NASA needs wiccan chicks!
Shortest day, longest night
Celebration of light
Glistening ice and snow
Temperatures low
Bare trees
Ponds freeze
Dress warm
Long sleeve uniform
Cardigans and sweatshirts
Goodbye mini skirts
Silk and wool
Indoor pool
Soup and stew
Don’t misconstrue
Wish Bread
Glaze spread
Cinnamon and cloves
On stoves
Ice skating
Snow tube inflating
Snow skiing
Snowboard leaping
Snowshoe wearing
Spectators staring
Hope, intentions, and new year
Celebrate and cheer
Yule brings hope of life
Robins and wrens in strife
Red, white, green, and gold
My, it’s cold!
A colorful time of year
The skies are oh so clear
The sun shines bright
For our delight
Longer and warmer days
Welcoming the sun’s blaze
Trees and flowers blooming
Grilled foods we are consuming
Pools opening
Divers motioning
Windows down
Cruising ‘round town
Bicycle riding
Hang gliding
Cliff diving
Race car driving
Trail hiking
Beach volleyball spiking
Early sunrises, late sunsets
Picnics packed with baguettes
Romance in the air
It only takes a pair
First kiss
True love is bliss
Twelve hours of sunlight
Not quite
Some more, some less
Ostara has finesse
Rebirth, balance, and renewal
Spring looks like a jewel
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.
Mysticism is her religion
Animals are her go to souls.
Blessed be to all who see her as she is.
Her heart realm is perpetually open
She is a healer, following the Wiccan creed
To no soul do harm. Blessed be
Raising her children to love the good
But fear the horrible ones
She gardens her herbs in secret.
Witches in my gardens, blessing them.
Using their notoriously generous green thumbs to help repot the plants snatched out by gray wind yesterday.
Witches, welcome! So grateful you have arrived!
Thank you for showing me the old one’s ways to grow the best thyme and basil possible.
The magic you bestow upon my garden, humbles me, and my daughters, and my daughters’ daughters.
To no one do harm, your motto, your creed. I know you in no way resemble the tales of
Witches in faerie tales, rather, mother earth faeries who got a bad rap because you followed
Your dreams and went your own ways in a patriarchal society. Scaring women who were afraid of your
Unseemly ways.
I am honored you chose my garden, bestowing your experience and your wizen ways
Upon my plants. Thank you, Witch sisters! Welcome!
I cast spells. I work with nature
I believe in a God and goddess.
I predict the the future
I believe in other realms.
I believe in magic I am
A healer. I do not believe in the
Devil I am not evil. I love being a witch.
Sign jona love.
I met her, my witch, my little Wiccan love,
I met her in the dark of the night,
She stood in a circle she’d made of round rocks,
Wearing a beautiful dress all in white.
Her altar had some incense, two candles and sea salt,
And on the edge a little gold bell.
And she held her Athame, her ritual knife,
As she incanted her wants in her spell.
I remember, I peered straight into her eyes,
I fell, loved her forever then and there.
Now I’ve loved her every day ever since,
Loved her smile and her eyes and her hair.
My Rhiannon’s my mystery, my beautiful girl,
My delightful obscure full of joy.
And she belongs to me and I to her,
She’s my girl and I am her boy.
If I could dream of a better purpose-seeing how the wisteria works wonders, by the power of this cauldron, manifesting the the thoughts of sage for lord and lady with potato and carrots.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Few times of the year are as glorified as this.
It is the Sabbath of Litha, the summer solstice.
Just two hours before dawn in the dark of morning,
among the witches gathered is a pretty thing.
With fiery red hair, she’s making my heart sing.
In a small clearing in the middle of the wood,
this young longhaired maiden looks much better than good.
The coven joins hands as they circle an oak tree.
The summer’s full moon light enhances her beauty.
You are the prettiest of the witches in your coven.
Seeing you sky-clad is getting me hotter than an oven.
Upon me, you must have cast a powerful spell.
It has control over me. It is working well.
How I would like to join you in this early hour.
I don’t want a talisman to quash your power.
Seeing you revitalizes my energy.
May earth, air, water, and fire dwell in harmony.
Later this morning, won’t you spend some time with me?
I am not an adherent to witchcraft or any other form of neopaganism.
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