Hedgewizard's Poetry
On All Souls Eve
Heard her song I did one night; she sang of times in ancient Ireland
Yet in English as good as any as ever was spoken
In that Pagan Celtic land
She sang the song of ages dreaming still as not at all a dream
She sang it well with grace and passion
She sang it well, on All Soul's Eve
Lady of the north your strands of song
Lights the sky with what it fosters
As ever the ghost of what remains
Of Camelot and Wizard's daughters
I at last have found the Oak where all the music dwells
The past and present are all one and like the spirits
I toast your ways, they are not forgotten but live forever
As crystal visitations
Change, a new year's celebration
That comes about
On All Soul's Eve
An October Night
Music was heard across the fields the pipe and violin
Played mournful deep and green as if from soul within
The dusk brought change to leaf and tree, to every living beast
As to the summer we gave thanks; bounty's harvest feast
Pounding the drums spoke out of winter coming all too soon
Dancing;, chanting, drumming, calling down the moon
And there a door was opened to other worlds and times
Upon the circle of Merlin's words, spherical sounding chimes.
The Bard in all his glory appeared to greet the night
Incantations and holy phrases glowing in his light
He said "This is an accounting of common mortal thought.
Think again what you've done this year
What was sold and what was bought.
Make amends to which you must then by means harm none
Take your leave from east to west following the sun."
With this the curtains of death became opaque and paper thin
Spirits began to rise and walk the earth as if now born again
Ghosts and ghoulies and spiderly foolies flew on wings of fire
Tasting the wine and tasting life was their only bold desire
The revelry lasted into the night till dawn finally came to pass
Then everything vanished in the glint of the sunlight
Falling upon the dew filled grass.
Hedgewizard 2005
At the Turning of the Wheel
Four quarters twixt east and west are drawn
A wonder how we feel
When holding true to light and love
At the turning of the wheel.
From Samhain's thinning folds of time
Other worlds becoming seen
To spring's Imbolc; a birth of lambs
At the turning of the wheel.
Four fire days, high and hallowed times
Each different, some surreal
They come around from east to west again
At the turning of the wheel.
Ah but when September comes dancing
With its warming golden light
An equal even partnership;.
Father sun with mother night.
No time was ever better spent
On early autumn's eve
No time was ever better spent than
At the turning of the wheel.
Hedgewizard 2005
The Winds of my time on Earth
The cold is coming, here tonight, the wind is coming
I wait in silent expectation of the blowing snows
The humming of the wires and the song of ice pellets
Dancing across the streets in driving cadence, snow
Howling over the streets and buildings and so
The night is filled with the silent snowflakes
I watch from my window, I get warm under my blanket
I revel in the wind and ice and snow ever watching
Like some ancient tired oak tree spirit all seeing
I hear the songs and downbeats of the swirling drifts
I have lived with cold so long I have become part of it
Sometimes I feel the winds and live the storms I see
I fancy myself the snow king in some ice castle
Calling forth the icy rains and freezing clouds of snow
Somehow this brings me peace and makes life livable
Becoming one with the night my soul flies with the cold
Carries on a conversation with the stars and silver moon
After such a night it is hard to go back to the normal day
And so I watch and wait for the next howling storm to come
And let the winds and the ice and the snow set me free once more
Charles R Erb Jan.2007
Summer Solstice
June 21st would mark the turning of the cool days into summer days.
I remember; we would play, from morning till late at night.
And ride bike and skate, and roam the hills and wade in the creek
Honeysuckle lined the edge of wild forests
We’d go swimming in the town’s macadam pool in icy cold water
Until July came and the weather got warmer
My grandmother would can things and dry beans and corn.
And we would play baseball at the “cemmie” (our field of dreams)
And drink quarts of chocolate milk afterward.
We would go on long rides in the country in my uncle’s 46 Plymouth
Nowhere in particular, roadside stands, and local sights mostly.
Summer was a time of plenty and plenty of time to be a kid.
We would get dirty, not mussed up, but dirty, earth damn dirty.
I remember sitting under old maple trees and I was happy just to be
Breathing in the summer sun and doing nothing proudly.
I hope I never become so old as to not enjoy the summer sun.
Or to hide from life in air conditioned comfort and miss the bees
Humming around flowers that were only seeds in May
I hope I never become so connected to social norms as to worry
Night and day about jobs and dollars and who has power
Over gas prices and school boards.
Work ethics that maim the soul? No thanks. I’ll stay a kid.
At least I’ll keep the kid in me alive enough to watch
The turning of the wheel.
Hedgewizard Erb
Morning
Today the sun shines on the good and the evil in our world
Today for one moment in the world; light will reign.
In the morning hour of dawn we can touch the Devine
And mime the true nature we all hope to keep alive
Our passion is turned to the dance of ages in love and creation
Our station being as the plants and trees and lilies of the field
All being one with the great spirit of the universe
And all the souls and all the sentries and all the creatures
Bow their knees in thought and silently say as a chant
What a beautiful dawn.
Hedgewizard 2003
When Kindred Meet
Circles glowing; turning, ever stone, and ever burning
The moon on harvest night.
How fade the spheres of wrong and right
When kindred meet
The earth in oneness, spirits flashing across the land
Leave no room to lay or stand
No tracks upon the drifting sand
When kindred meet
The Awin glows in streams of emerald green
Lights upon all who breathe are seen
It’s then the living becomes the dream
When kindred meet
By Hedgewizard Oct 9, 2003
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