Verging on the brink of empty,
see how my toes peek over the surface,
see how the heel digs in
red earth,
...
even as Persephone herself rises
from the fiery depths,
the tears of her mother
giving life to the seedlings,
...
shadows imprinted on walls,
n i am falling in there depth,
spaces between love,
where are tears are met,
...
Monday morning..
n i am again a slave to the pen..
ready to unravel enough witchcraft to get me through another day..
n i try to shake the faith awake..
...
the dawn finds itself
frosted,
April snow,
heavy in its wetness,
...
Poets and poetry,
You break my heart
to love words so much
I can express all pain of holding and releasing again,
...
She had never met my Great grandmother before,
yet she picked the chicken off the bone,
with such simmularity,
that things long forgotten begin to brush the surface,
...
i am wild today,
see how the daffodills lift there heads towards the sun,
i am like them,
i soak in dragons blood,
...
I am alone now,
my cup sparkling with spirits,
thinking of all the truths dressed like lies,
dancing across all the
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Winter is uponus,
breathing her frosty breath down
the necks of all the spring witches,
who lay frozen in the solitude of solstice,
...