when the chicory blooms

[athenagrey]

lughnasadh,
when the chicory blooms.
I am that kind of witch,
weed or wildflower,
tenacious and practical.
it's time to turn away from the sun
come closer in
and harvest the grain.

I think of all the things
I haven't done
but a coat of red paint
makes things right again
(so mother said).

simple altars for simple days
a finger sweeps deosil
and the circle is drawn.

reiki and music merge in my mind
(those of you who have symbols
will understand),
sharing energy with
Mother Goddess.

bread never tasted so good.

Lughnasadh blessings to all!