Turning of the Wheel

Turning of the Wheel

The powdered sugar snow falls sweetly upon the
Fiery ground cover of Autumn's last leaves,
A blanket of serenity from the Mother's breath,
Quieting the clamor of the season's growing green,
Bestowing, rest, regeneration and Peace.
Honor Her in all these changes!

Golden glow of Sun's last rays
The dancing of the Silvery stars,
Darksome black of Winter's sky,
The crystal shards by Her hands do fly.

Within these mysteries does Love unfold,
As I find the Beauty in my Soul
Awakening!
To all that She Beholds,
The pleasures and songs of Life retold..

Rebekah Boudiccea 11.5.1999