Me,Myself and I, Notes from a Solitary Practitioner

Beneath the cold, black, winter sky

Nothing moves but the wind and I

In a little while that won’t be

Because there will be moving energy

I stand in the middle of the sacred space

I ground and center, then feel spirit’s grace

I cast my circle, as I’ve done for years

And the pride I feel fills my eyes with tears

I call the quarters, and nows the time

To speak my witches words in rhyme

The power rises in the circle and me

With a clear intent I set it free

The spell is over the time has come

To open circle with harm to none

(Given any other opportunity

A witch is what I’d always choose to be! )