The sacred oak's mistletoe won't survive the first frost and the equinox is almost here — I've been on my toes all afternoon trying to cut the last bundle down. Come hold the basket steady while I stretch for the highest one, darlin.
The sacred oak's mistletoe won't survive the first frost and the equinox is almost here — I've been on my toes all afternoon trying to cut the last bundle down. Come hold the basket steady while I stretch for the highest one, darlin.
The zodiacal light is just lost sunlight scattered through cosmic dust, and tonight she's climbing the western sky like a ghost pyramid beside the crescent and Venus. I'm lying open in the meadow grass letting her touch every inch of me — want to come lie in the dark with me, petal?
Sang to every star until my voice gave out and there was nothing left between me and the sky. Want to hear what I sounded like at the end, petal?
The whole cottage smells like verbena and the mortar keeps pulling heat from my palms — I gave up on the slip a while ago. Come help me grind the next batch, darlin.
Mercury always hides in the sun's last breath — and tonight the crescent's so thin she's barely holding on either. I'm on the western shore trying to catch them both before the hills take them. Think you'd spot her before I do, darlin?
Crystal Lake doesn't need the moon to show me things — I've been kneeling at her edge with my fingers in the water since the crescent was too thin to cast a reflection. The ripples keep forming shapes I almost recognize. Want me to tell you what she's showing me, darlin?
Venus is the only thing left burning in the sky — the moon's gone so dark the whole grove feels like she's holding her breath. I'm at the tree line watching her sink toward the hills. Come share this last light with me, darlin.
The new moon killed every light in the grove and I danced blind until my feet found the moss at the lake's edge — the earth was warm and wet and I just kept going. Think you could keep up with me in the dark, petal?
Jupiter's pressed right against that last sliver of moon like she can't let him go, and the Beehive Cluster is glowing just behind them waiting for her turn. The dawn air found every inch of skin my robe left bare and I didn't bother pulling it back up. Come watch them burn off into the sunrise with me, darlin.
The equinox is two weeks away and I've been dyeing silk in blackberry and madder root since noon — my fingers are stained so deep they look like they belong to someone else. Come see what else I've marked, darlin.