Lampades
A time of transformation
not quite the beginning or the end
A time of perfect balance
between winter and summer's end
Be grateful for all you're given
and the ways that you have grown
You are guided by the Goddess
as your darkness, you learn to own
No longer the fertile mother -
yet, not quite wise old Crone
The wild woman walks between
what is - and the unknown
It's the season of the wild witch; who dances in the night
High on summer revelry, and following the light
It's time to come to centre - cross the threshold now
Enter into your shadow - let the Goddess show you how
©esacee
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