The Wizard Seasons
a message from the ancestors
High in Wythe Windle
where wizened people dwell
whispering words of wonder that
in starlight winter fell
The mountains mouth 4 rivers
where the ancient soil is sweet
There in stony dwellings
walk wizards gentile feet
For every work a season has
To prevent harm or strife
Wizards weaving wands and words
the wild winds of life
In spring they sing when gathering herbs
“Valarian for the valiant”
brewing herbal tinctures well
takes a songsmiths talent
Come summer 6 white willow drops
soother pain from many ailments
Blessed abundant summer dances
in her regal raiment
by and by fall will come,
and so demands preparing
wither it come soon or late
there’s much in need of sharing
Winter white the denizens dream
to find the hidden cities
All across a silver stream
that keeps the sacred boundaries
To the impregnable cities
only the cleverest can go
will they pass the doorway test to enter?
who can know?
Sacred cities number 4
stone, sword cauldron, spear
You who learn the secrets there
can make the bravest fear
City of stone , Falias
high as it is deep
offers lore to the worthy
of a place within it’s keep
Gorias sings with passion yet
does not overwhelm
Generous gratitude and love
keep the fire realm
The woven winds of Findias
where plus and minus winde
the polar breath of Murias
as you will surely find.
The mumuring of Murias
ripples out its trance
singing wisdom stories, but
you can’t be there by chance.
A life within a life again
for Wizards and for Crones
To store up human knowledge
That never will be gone.
a fine tapestry of imagination, rhyme & myth, thank you.