Spell of Beginnings

A Spell. A Stitch. A Beginning.

I weave strands of liminal words spun from fibrous roots and starlight.

I thread in winter’s breath and summer’s hot touch.

I gather the velvet caress of roses,
the memory of rosemary leaves,
and the portal power of mushrooms.

I collect stories and symbols.

I convene with silence.

I braid in the healing of cannabis, 
and the creativity of marigold petals.

A spell is cast.

A net thrown wide.

Awaiting.