a poem for the times
Molly had surgery. Kitten did this. And me? I did a few things also.
Christmas is coming, boys and girls, and some of us can hardly wait!!!!
The fair comes one week a year for most of us. This week ain’t it.
It is Samhain, a time to celebrate all that we have been given while we also mourn with the Goddess over all that she has lost.
Fall is a time for letting go, and I’m doing just that.
A short poem about dog walks in the fall.
I am all that I am made of.
If you make the rules, don’t be surprised when others abide by them.
I read at Ravenhawks that today is a good day for incantations for justice, so here is mine.