[Soaring Feather]

Potions and charms
a full moon, bubbling pots,
magic in the air
fireflies on the wing
night owls wont to sing
their songs of poetry
WHO WHO is there for me?

Wave your wand over seven seas
the glass eye shows a foggy image
in a land of wizards
talking trees
small folks they call gnomes
a night of lightning fills the air
and magic happens everywhere.

bentfeather

[Old Sarge]

When frost is heavy upon the lawn,
and spiderwebs glisten before the dawn,
the weather turns cool and the leaves turn umber,
and days aren't as long, and one wishes to slumber

a bit longer in warm beds, but the cocoa is calling
as you sit on the porch to watch leaves a-falling,
with words and with verses, our spells we are weaving,
as the summer is waning and the geese are all leaving,

we're given the mixture, the words, incantations,
as the harvest comes in from the farms and plantations,
the bounty of autumn is ours for the share,
with all of us here, for whom we so care.

(c) 08-24-04 by JSR