Rose quartz gathered
in the palm of her
warm hand, breathing deeply,
constant-thought pushing around
through the insides of her skull
as she surrenders to love–

From her neck she
has worn amethyst for a long time,
wanting to protect her from the world–

Change is blowing through the trees
around her home, swaying
to the beat-box of Autumn’s chill,
reminding her to always smile–

As she nestles
under covers, Bast sneaks in
through the window and
places her paw against
her forehead, the temple of
the Other world awaits, my dear–