Frost on the Rye
October 25, 2007Φ
When the clouds turn to stone
and the harvest dies
the Savage Season begins.
Wind no longer holds wing
and the lightning flies South
it is the season of elimination.
Dearest mother Earth
hides her secret of life
and the mind rages against the soul.
It is the season of the cold Sun.
It is the Savage Season.
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This is wonderful, I thank you for sharing this !
I love your writing. I came your way via sorrow.
sorrow11,
Thanks. Thank you for the compliment and for Blogrolling me. You are the first to comment here.
mermaidsmuse,
Wow! I’m glad that you like this. Thanks for stopping by.