Winter Magick

My dogwood tree has lost it’s blazing autumn color. Now the snow comering its branches, forming a lacy pattern of white. The little tree seems to blossom with woodpeckers and shickadees, who help themselves to the suet I hang there. As I refill the suet feeder, I see the first cautious tips of daffodils piercing the snow beneath the doogwood. Once again my faith in the eternal cycle of birth, death and rebirth is renewed. As the Earth Mother stirs, the quiet season melts into spring. Let the season of light begin.

Salute to Aningan

The northern sky is broad and flawless black,
A vast expanse from which most look away,
But Aningan the Moon is on the track
Of caribou and seals, and will not stray.
His barking dogs work hard to pull his sleigh,
Weighed down with fur, and ivory tusks, and meat.
Watch over us, Brave Moon. We pass your way
And come as brother hunters, on hushed feet.
We ask for your forbearance as we meet
The challenges laid out along the trail.
We brave the winter’s cold, the summer’s heat,
But know that with your wisdom, none shall fail.
Though harsh the path, your patience will not pall;
You serve as an example to us all.

Blessed Be

Fairy Star