Dance in the autumn meadow
Dance inthe cold wet gras
Dance in the rustle of the fallen leaves
Dance until the mists shall come
from the dark deep waters

Dance a circle, dance a spiral
Spread your arms and greet the stars
Circle like the Silver Wheel
Fly like the diamond swan

Feel the warmth of Mother Earth
coming to your body
Lay down on the smooth ground
Look deep into the sky
Become at one with the
Heart of the Swan

By my shimmering star friends
and the Young moon
I have been guided
through the chilly night.

My hands were dancing
through the clear air,
I breathed in deep
the scent of autumn.

And happy I have been,
full of love,
thankful for this great time.

I am
in the temple of the Goddess
under swaying spring trees
amongst anemone,
liverwort, viola
and primrose.

It smells like sun and earth
and the birds are singing
are welcome song.

Passing sleeping trees

Silver shadows

Branches swaying in the evening wind

Star magnificence

The Wise Man

is guiding us through the night

Hidden
in cloudy darkness
you are
Red Moon

Sleepless silence
Veiled Moon
I feel you
in the moonblood

She walked through
the cold winter evening,
her wide dress
blowing in the wind,
her hair moving around her face.

In the fen it was silent,
no bird to hear.
She walked and felt
the earth under her feet.

She reached the meadows
behind the dark forest.
Here the wind was so strong,
she had to fight with him.

The Spirits of Winter
were floating over the white plains,
raising the flocks
as if they were lighter then air.

She stumped
through the deep snow,
that made her black dress white,
her cloak fluttering with the elements.

Under the Old Oark
she found safety,
the wild snow
could do her no harm.

The tree nestlet
warm against her cheek.
She felt the rough bark
under her cold hands.

Next to her
the frozen drops
hang like tears
in the twigs of the shrubs.

The Power of the oak devolved to her
like flames to dry gras.
The soft voice of the tree echoed
into the coming storm.

"The circle of life
goes on and on,
everything is flowing,
you will see."

Thankful she was
when she listened
to the consolatory words.
The Oak has once been
a Wise Woman.