Priestess of the Howling Wood

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I hear the trees as instruments

as a Sunday hymn blessing Mother Earth

I feel the loaming heartbeat intense

while the birds call lullaby vespers

I am the tug of moon-pulled tides

with sermon words unfettered

Through and about the indigo skies I ride

Skyclad, adorned with galaxies and stars; together

I hear the forest’s deepest secrets kept

accepting its confessions as I should

with spells more true than of an adept

as a Priestess of the Howling Wood

One comment on “Priestess of the Howling Wood

  1. Linda Looney says:

    Love this! I’ve felt just that way in nature many times! ❤️❤️

    But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream. Amos 5:24

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