The Wheel turns.
The old year gives way to new,
The light fades, enhancing shades.
The Queen sighs, as the King dies.
We sit with her as she cries.
We remember love survives.
Changes come.
Old is undone.
We welcome the blessings of the New Year.
Samhain is here.
Blessed be.
Namaste' Till Next Time,
Holly
Holly
4 comments:
I liked that very much! "changes come, the old is undone."
Oh, I liked that too!!!
Very nice!
Happy new year my friend.
xo jj
It is a tough row to hoe when we feel unable to effect changes en masse.....and the irony is how we keep creating whether we're certain of outcome or not.
"the samhain fires burn the fields among our gathered crops"
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