...as I turned the corner, she was waking up in the garden of spring.
A playful swing, the round circle of blessings
an ancient call to infuse magic in all she creates
a longing to bring back life from exile.
A vision of all that had been
A hope now...... a dream....
An ancient table for feasting
a humble seat for resting
The harvesting season has come.
From 'An Uexpected Welcome'