October beckons, September wanes.
Flickering candles, watch the flames.
Ivy creeps up on the wall, as we sit and embrace Fall.
Rust colored leaves beneath my feet.
Memories of things so sweet.
Cider, woodfire, secret wishes.
Ravens, Odin, Finnish witches.
Long hair, cloaks and pale skin.
Feel my ancestors from within.
Sitting beneath the willow tree, dreaming of Yggdrasil. I long for thee.