Sunshine through frosted vine leaves ~ On this first day of Imbolc

Where The Witches Dwell

Beyond the shafts of evolving tyme
amidst the grapes of sun soaked wine
Within the walls of every church
every leaf and every birth
Behind the eyes of a child’s dream
gently sleeping beside the stream
In storms of love to sandy caves
riding Natures breath and cresting waves
Between the moon and Mother Earth
In dancing fyres, laughs, and cures
Singing ’round humanity
touching hearts living free
Without shame or guilt or fear of hell
This is where the witches dwell

Whitedog (Pagan Poet)

"Sunshine" for the Poetography Group