Witch Poetry

I would see the wicked choke

my country is a forgotten song

may we both be given peace.

Awake to love and to repair. Awake to kindness and to care.

No more status quo for me and my hive.

Why do you cling to sleep?

The burning begins.

Winter’s kiss falls softly

god will end up being mayonnaise

To find the beauty in the darkness of the fall.

“Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers." -- from the poem 'Mysteries, Yes' by Mary Oliver

This is where my becoming is embraced into decay.

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