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Apr 2010
A jewel toned carpet of wine and amber
Incense stitched with the smokey perfume of Autumn
Crisp crunchy sound snaps in the now cool night As I stride forward Eager for the moon to rise

There .. the sounds of laughter and drums and dancing firelight

The fire flickers through the trees and shadows dart and sway

Hurry hurry cant be late

Here my Sisters wait tall and tiny young and old

all here in the service of My Lady

Quick kisses and formal greetings,

This is our Circle this is where we come together to celebrate to petition

The Circle now caste and swept hands clasped all Power entwined

Quietly, Slowly , the Power builds drums starting slowly softly but strong

Sisters swaying now light feet flying and strong voices entreating

This is our way, these are our stories, this is our renewal

Lady

here we honour you and keep your name

Here in this place of safety

we learn and teach , question and cast

The Circle slows and voices soften .... The quarters thanked and dismissed
The Dance has ended

The Power now with every Sister
Renewal
Reconnection
Rebirth

Heavy lidded smiles and soft gestures, quiet smiles and bright eyes once more we are One

Solita - 2006
- From A CroneΒ Β Recalls
Solitaire Archer
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Solitaire Archer  Toronto
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