• Tricia D. Wagner

Witching the Stars #54

Updated: Oct 28


These grounds, for ages, parents walked,

and stewarded its gifts.

The autumn cold, the winter hoary

coats the broken Earth from where

their fires sprung, year after year.

And though the spring new budded be,

though blossoms crown the lofts,

a season new sends not to vapor

spirits, ancients, living, sending

whispers through the canopy.

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