The ides of May brought glorious rain, and not so glorious cooling. But the gardens of Villa Westwyk, and Grandmother Willow* were thrilled to have a full day of rain with a near inch of accumulation. The rain also brought lots of inspiration and had me penning a poem during a small tea break. I feel pretty good about it — it’s been about a year since I’ve written any poetry beyond spells.
I struggled with whether or not to share it; but, it felt synchronistic to my intention of creating a magical life #OnTheCovenstead and to ultimately feed hungry community members with the food that I grow and the energy exchanges I do through my Creative Crone Shop. If nature inspires some creative work, it feels appropriate to share, especially since I’m approaching my Jupiter return. No better time to share my knowledge and perspective.
So enjoy the poem, and maybe go put your bare feet on the Earth while you read it.
Liminal Hail & Farewell
By Runa Troy
Spring messages us by drenching rain
One of the last long soaks
Before the Covenstead hardens
Into the dry language of summer.
It reveals like an opening night.
Spring, soft-voiced, reluctant, yet determined
Gathering her mystical tools to depart, whilst
Summer showcased by spotlight, adorned in sunflowers
Hail striking the roof mid-sentence
Be prepared, Spring cackles;
My pelting sets the stage, instructs the flyman
The curtain rises, the wheel turns
The plants lift themselves like a choir,
Green mouths open in hallelujah.
Delightfully fluttering ducks
Raise cheers in the nearby pond
I sit grateful, cozy indoors,
Soft light, watching, listening,
Understanding its language
Knowing its secrets
*I’ll write more about her in a couple of days