Monday, September 22, 2014

Late September Ritual.

Sweet autumn.
Mabon love
Steeped in black tea.
Faithful stain of loneliness.
Auburn firefly flits a dash of hope on sprite wings
Tugs at lady skin and youth gone by.
Coarser hairs and deeper lines.
Time traipses by as
she hedonist turns to she heroine turns to she hermit. 

Three she-faces turn and stare at each other.
Holy water tears from original source.
Emerald green eyes blink back another turning of the year.