Marry the frost
curled tight
in the hollow
bottom of
the winter birch.
Moss cushioned
in the crackling
dead leaves,
bracken and grass.
Warm in the brown
greeny circle.
Safe in the wooden
heart of the tree.
Goddess protected
wild and free
untouchable
inviolate
Witch.
“…wild and free”…
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Sounds lovely, the way you describe it, but I prefer the warmth of the south. Merry be!
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Be still my heart, I adore this~the texture is wickedly rich!
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