The first time I saw her ,She was dancing in the fire
flickering with the pipes, naked feet stepping on the drum beats
Glorious and free wild and unconfined
The next time we  met the frost coated the trees
She was mist wrapped and the snow sparkled in her fiery hair
and softly She crooned the Quarters gentle She called us to worship
Then Spring
Life bursting yellow and white ribbons twisted through glossy tresses
Harp and drum flute and horn
Myrrh and Rose and Jade She comes we follow
and now Fall the time of sleep of sleeping death
the fire is high the Sisters here and we wait
Flute cries and lyre weeps yet the drum pulls calls stronger and more insistence
She comes robed in orange and brown mustard and wine
Slowly pacing the course of Sol then Luna's track returns
Tall and Regal, Cool and Controlled

She walked to the fire and smiled, holding out Her hands
She calls us to Dance

Singing ballads, new and old cooing, humming or merely swaying

The first time I saw Her she was Dancing in the Fire

Solita Arcanes