Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Earth Child

The days lasting rays bleed into the cold grip of night. Moon pregnant and full. The wheel ever spinning changing from Samhain into Yule. My path is ever changing. Neither black nor white. Rules mother earth bestowed to me, gracefully I accept her. Wild and wondrous, I am one with the wild beast. Every herb,berry, and leaf harvested I soothe and heal. Wild flower,woman of medicine, child of the goddess. Blessed be, my witchy ways.


◄ Silence

Traffic ►


No comments posted yet.

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message