Walking the Hedge

I don’t really have a Book of Shadows, rather I have several notebooks scattered around with bits of this and that. Terribly disorganized I know, but better suited to my personality. Maybe someday, when I am in my grey hairs, I will combine the best pieces. Do something pretty and scrapbook-ish perhaps. For now I will carry on with my many notebooks. Every now and then I find one I thought was lost and flip through it, delighted by the bits and pieces I find. Here is a fragment of a poem I started over a year ago and never finished:

I stand upon the mountainside

I raise my hands up to the sky

My feet touch the land

My eyes caress the valley below

I taste the wind and the rain

Drink, drink, drink

Drink it all in

Soak it up witch

Here I stand

I am alive

I rise with the Sun

It breaks through the clouds

I blow kisses at the rainbow it brings

I am soaked

I am alive

Related posts:

1. First Snow 2009
2. Three Witches
3. The Way it Goes