A Pagan Bible

It is the sunlight shining
through wind-blown trees.
The promise of Spring’s return.

New buds.

The russet autumnal leaves
crunching crackling underfoot.
The frost of Winter season.

White clouds.

It is daisies pushing through concrete;
Dandelions scattering their seeds.
Summer stillness over the moors.

This is what we have.
This is all we need.

 

[Penelope Friday has been a practising pagan for a number of years and has been running an online coven for two years. When not witchifying, she writes erotic fiction and articles on disability (amongst other things), details of which can be found at her website.]
 

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