This is my season The season Persephone returns to the underworld To take up her night-sky crown A season where darkness rules And pomegranate seeds glisten Like ruby drops of blood Across a dark and mossy earth A season where candlelight entwines with shadow And long nights lay steeped in vivid dreaming
In this season I embrace my own darkness Unafraid of the cold and the quiet For this is where magic lives Where the mythical and mystical thrive Weaving spells amongst the silence I remember my power just like Persephone For this is a season where the resolute thrive
I submerge into my own deep waters My dark reflection staring back at me As I descend into my true self Into the rejuvenation that exists At the heart of midnight I greet each version of myself Forgiving myself for every unkindness Every neglectful moment In this stillness where I am Safe and whole inside my power For this is the season I return to self Where I remember who I am A daughter of darkness and fire
Gold, yellow, red A carpet of leaves It crunched beneath their feet As they played in the light of the golden afternoon Cheeks rosey and hair wild Autumn had come
The rock stood stalwart over the sea
Strong
Silent
Resolute
Ever watching
Ever present
The sea praised the rock
Recognizing its reliability
Extolling its resilience
Of the rock's ability to weather the elements
Alongside the sea
But the rock wasn't resilient
The rock suffered
The rain mellowed the rock
Smoothing down its defined edges
At first the rock did not mind
Because aren't smoothed edges
A testament to its steadfast partnership with the sea
Showing proof of its loyalty
But water was also an insidious lover
The mist with the help of the wind found every crack
And forced its way deep within the stone
Expanding fissures and causing fractures
The rock without realizing lost itself to time
The relentlessness of water
Slowly broke down the rock
Until it one day crumbled into the sea
It was not mourned or missed
Its absence sparked no shadow of memory
For the sea still lapped and lashed and sprayed and claimed
All who sat upon its shore
One drop of salted water at a time
-gws
"It's Spring!" the little songbird sang,
excitement trilling in her voice.
"It is winter," groaned the sleepy sapling
whose roots were enshrouded in icy soil.
"But the sun is SO warm," whistled the songbird.
"Yes, but the ground is still SO cold," creaked the sapling
"Puff up, my small friend, and sleep with me a little longer.
When my buds start to sprout, we will both sing a song of
welcome for Spring."
So the songbird tucked up into a nook in the saplings branches
and together they hunkered down to wait for Spring to truly arrive.
-gws
A little storm cloud wanted to be painted in the colors of dawn and so it stood in the sunlight, basking in joy.
-gws
(photo by me taken while waiting to grab my to-go coffee this morning.)
May your hearth glow bright and warm as the sun deities slumber.
May your threshold be welcoming and your table full.
May you dream deeply of abundance, joy, love, and laughter.
May the stillness of nature restore your ability to hear your heart song.
Rest well and know that, soon, the sun returns!
Blessed Solstice!
- gws
I miss foggy autumn mornings in San Francisco having breakfast with my bestie in his haunted apartment in a building which was once a Gilded Age brothel.
-gws
The sound of rain is a special magic.
It brings with it a sense of cleansing.
It brings sweet air that demands to be inhaled as deeply as possible.
The percussion something that can only be understood on a cellular level.
It pulls us into the sound.
Floating us in liquid song.
Primal and holy.
-gws
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