Sunrise............day 7

Sunrise

Yesterday may have been black

but mother nature has a way

of saying "never give up .don't look back"

With the start of each new day,

with each new glorious dawn

the past is done

no need to mourn,

but be forever hopeful.

The Robin

The Robin

The robin with his waistcoat coat red

comes calling every morning

sitting on my garden fence

camouflaged by leafless tree

he sits and sings for me.

Day 5.........Witch alone

My poem for day 5........

Here I stand
a witch alone
I honour the mother,
the maiden and crone.
Underneath the full moon's light,
I seek your guidence and strength tonight.
I am a witch who stands in light
of cauldron dark and raven flight
My father is the sun, my mother the moon
with goddess ancient I stand in tune
Honoured mother, maiden, crone,
the path I walk I walk alone.
I'm not afraid
as I walk this path
though those around may point and laugh.
You are beside me, and in my heart
You keep me safe through light and dark.
As above, so below,
seasons come and seasons go,
Honoured mother, maiden, crone
here I stand a witch alone.

Ostara (not finished)

Winter has been hard this year
It never seems to end
but the as the wheel begins to turn
Spring returns my friend.

In this time and in this place
we meet to greet the spring
gentle whispered promises
the Goddess now she brings

The sleeping earth now starts to stir
from winters icy rest
buds awaken, leaves uncurl
birds return to nest

The maiden now makes her return
the time of the crone is passed
honour the mother, the light, the sun
As spring returns at last

Day 3..........

Black veil covers her light,
I call
but no answer comes
But in my heart
I trust someday I will be alright
         someday.......
                         but not today

Today is dark and a cold wind blows
bare hands like winter branches
reach upwards
grasping at thin air
waiting for spring to return.

Ever hopeful
they too trust
that someday
things will be alright again
that balance will return
             someday..............
                          but not today

Sam

Sam

You may not be the perfect child,

and on occasion a little wild.

Your socks are never a matching pair

dont get me started on your hair!

Your hand is like a spiders scrawl,

sometimes you drive me up the wall.

Your room it is a constant mess..

it causes me such endless stress.

But after all is said and done,

you are my one and only son

And as you lie in bed at night

I know that I've done something right.

You really are my pride and joy,

You'll always be my baby boy.

And as you grow into a man

remember this...........

                                          I love you sam