The Crone Season / Appointment with Winter
Falling like leaves are the papers, ideas, hopes and dreams. Falling to the earth after a long ride on Halloween night A loud thump as her body hits the ragged face of the earth It splits open and memories flood out like an over swollen river down past the pebbles and broken glass, eventually making their way home to the sea. A winged lady, a creature of both fur and feather now stands before me. Some of you already know her name. Autumn breezes have bred and borne her, the chilly crone appears.... Sign in to see full entry.