Brimming and bubbling up towards the heavens.  You smile crooked, yet kind, towards all those who tilt upwards to gaze upon you.  The sun laid now to sleep, you rise and cover all.  Birch, Oak, and Ash absorb and welcome your dark light.  The gardens are quiet, sitting behind wedges of shadow.

As we build our circle, bare feet are tickled by dewy mist.  The cold continues up our spines as we stalk between tree and crow, forming together.  The silver of my rings reflect the light, yet they cool your hand as I take it in mine.  Here we stand together, pale necks unflinchingly exposed to the midnight breeze as we glance upwards towards you.



Blessed Be,
Scarlet