The old woman sits alone on her porch.
Her breathing flows slowly in contrast
to the quickening around her.
Intuiting the arrival,
she cocks her head to one side,
her spine begins to stiffen as
she closes her ancient eyes to listen deeply
to the voices of nature divas.
They urge her from behind the growing shadows,
” Now. it is time…move “.
But she already knows
she has felt the stirring
build for some days now as if it were part of her.
the visions have confirmed it
She has watched as the aspects have fallen in to place, one by one.
Rest-weary and worn,
she glances across sun-dried fields toward the old barn
her knees tremble as she begins to rise, haphazardly.
The alter awaits her. It has been prepared for some time, now.
Above her, a tell-tale aura forms around
the lush, impregnated moon.
Crimson ribbons of…
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