The Mist

Don't you know you belong to the earth?
Every place the green grass grows is your communion.

Water heals, misty magical baptism,
fairy forest,
kin calling, mossy portal through time.
Ritual rounds, sunwise, and holy well.

You get what you bring.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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