Deep within the moss-hidden wood
From the arcane shadows  
Howls the She-wolf 

Waiting for you to remember Her voice
To hear Her transmuted stories 
Stained with blood and earth
Her prophetic secrets beckoning 
To call forth and conjure

Where the misty path diverges
Amongst the birches 
A crow’s feather catches flight

“Follow it,” your bones say
“The wind knows where you must go.”

[C. McKenna Rice is a poet and early childhood educator. Inspired by magick, mythos, and the unseen, poetry serves as her pathway to the sacred. She lives in Pittsburgh, PA, with her family and their two mischievous cats. ]