Lammas......

The fields are silent now, no bird song early morning, or rustle of the corn
when the wind blows, above us the sky is blue and as fragile as egg shell........

on Lammas Eve the Goddess weeps for the loss of the God who is cut down with the corn releasing his energy and power once more into the land.

I have felt the gentle turn of the year, the mornings are damp, and the evenings more dusky, fruit is ripe and the trees are full. Our fingers are red with blackberry juice, hips and haws in tangles on the bushes grow berry red bright and I feel draw outside now all of the time...as if to cherish and touch the last precious weeks of summer, breathing in deeply as the flower petal's fall in silence..............

Thank you so much for your lovely comments.

Lynn xxxx