It isn’t really the end of summer yet. Some weeks with warmth and light remains. But my mind is already moving on. Thinking about the coming fall, it’s return to routines and it’s changes. Of harvest and reaping the rewards of work and toil.
The light will leak out of the sky and we’ll be plunged into darkness again. I’m cautiously optimistic about suffering less from my depression this winter. But time will tell.
A glimmer of hope and faith Let’s seeds of hope germinate Growing tender shoots Sending out questing roots Searching for purchase in the arid plain Watered by tears of grief and pain
Growing stronger each day As the soul realizes she may Free the muses to let creativity flow Allow faith in budding ability to grow Trust in the Goddess boon Receive nourishment from sun and moon
Evolve according to the season Follow the heart’s bright beacon Until passion sings in the blood Flowing freely, transforming the lifeless mud Into rich and fertile earth Where a scarred soul might find rebirth
Written for earthweal’s weekly challenge: LAMMAS. I was so inspired by the song in the prompt, a 14th century song about the death and rebirth of the barley crop (video below), that I had to write one of my own.
Of sowing and reaping, growing and weeping, of dreams becoming reality.