Life Gazing

NARNIA

December 22, 2016 Zoe Eccles

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The White Witch walked through the groves of Finnish woods Dusting powder here and there Till the trees were lost against the sky  In carpets and cloaks of snow She hung her mantle on the roadside Where the blackberries appeared last autumn Air and silence Afternoon sunset Endless dawn Early evening The skies open onto a great swath of stars Pale faced moons and milk She seems sweet Enchanting Children sledding in the morning Crone like Cauldrons Wisest, veiled one Frozen, cold and dark She turns the wheel Death Soothing voice now Singing to trees Sap lays sleeping Rest Rest Rest and look inwards Destroyer of old She allows the new to come forth Birthing the Spring Crocuses and bird song

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