Monday, May 11, 2009

'Season of the Crone'



Crone of Winter's spellbound cold,

in Her cauldron of black are told

secrets ancient, truths and tales:

mystery Her light unveils.



She is wisdom, She is changes:

time and space She rearranges.

In Her hands, the card of Death,

for transformation is Her breath.



Crone of Winter, Grandmother wise,

look into Her gargoyle eyes.

Let Her lessons teach you well:

life is but a magick spell.



-'Priestess and Pentacle', by Gerina Dunwish

2 comments:

Wendy the (Very) Good Witch said...

Great poem...I love poetry and witches...so this one is perfect.

The Pumpkin Queen said...

Yep, I love it, too. Witches are cool!