a solstice prelude you said
of the last dark days
a song I thought
but I can’t read the music written
on these cold bones of winter
char grey stump once tree
dank mud birdfoot glyph
windstripped →
Category: Songs and Spells
a song is the soul in sound
flying free we sing ourselves into being
stones sing
clouds sing
the whole world sings
how magic is it
that every song is a spell