September Moon
When September's full moon arrives, I am full, too.
I am full, with harvest and the reaping of all I planted and watered the past year.
I am looking over what I have cultivated well, what I have let go of,
and what I can cull for the next season's time of resting soil.
A Season of Songs
These seasons of magic build in us. They may seem to burst suddenly into our skies, but in truth they are becomings. Bloomings... that have their ancient code embedded into our blood and soul breath.
