Becoming By M. A. Phillips From the dark cauldron From the tall altarĀ You grow anew Your roots will delve deep Your branches reach high Though few will see You wax with the moon You are becoming A new ally
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Mugwort Harvest
The mugwort was finally ready for harvest today. Considering I have meetings early tomorrow morning, I decided to gather before the moon reaches her fullest. As I worked, a sort of poetic prayer took form. I actually paused to scribble it out. I hope you enjoy it. Plucked with fingerSnipped with lovePruned with sing-songSung aboveContinue reading “Mugwort Harvest”