Creative Practice Day 59
General Summary
The Storm casts Her shadow
o'er every root and glade
at Her call the petals open,
Trees collapse and die,
and mountainsides slide into the sea.
From Her Northly seat,
ever turning,
She calls by chaos
every life and detail
into being
When I stand against the rain
And see the deep purples stretch across the sky
weaving with blue and grey
Her gentle power tingles through my veins
A might older than the moon
Report Date
19 Dec 2025
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