Winterby Danica Lee, Age 11Sanford, NC© Stone Soup Magazine The flowers callTheir last farewellTo the woodsAs winter comesTo wilt their petals. The snow fallsUpon brown leavesFallen on the roofsOf houses strungWith sparkling lights. The crisp airAnd glittering frostThe little puffs of breathAnd mugs of steamy teaOnly come in winter.
Goddess Rest, Ye Merry Gentlefolk.Today I share with you a gift created by my friends,Joanna Powell Colbert and her husband, Craig. Peace on Earth. Good will to all. Please visit Joanna’s website here.
Peace XVIIIby Khalil Gibran The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature’s war had never been fought. At that hour a young woman entered her chamber andContinue reading
Now let us rest easy, my friends and beloveds. Enjoy with me the Halcyon Days. The Sun has surely turned back towards the growing Light (in the Northern Hemisphere). So now let us draw close to one another, and absorb the gifts of the Dark and Quiet. You, Darknessby Rainer Maria Rilke You darkness, thatContinue reading
The Eight of WandsThe earth has grown old with its burden of careBut at Christmas it always is young,The heart of the jewel burns lustrous and fairAnd its soul full of music breaks the air,When the song of angels is sung.— Philip Brooks Another visit from the Eight of Wands, which we’ve had several timesContinue reading