Incantations whispered into waiting soil

A richness to the harvest

as of blessings unseen, unknown

The moon will rise

Not once, but twice

calling us to dance, to thrive

The magicks return, return at long last

A voice flowing

with rivers and time

And the world slumbers quiet

in peace and overcoming

Now that our truth returns, returns… ~ Caroline A. Slee

Return, Return… #wwwblogs

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