Poetry By Willow Dancer

Poetry By Willow Dancer

"Simply Me"

Some call me Witch, I dare to say
for reasons all to clear,
my cat is black
my cauldron too
my season drawing near.

Like winds of change it's coming
the wheel begins to turn,
the cold winds howl
and strip the trees
temptation start to burn.

The time is right for seeing
between their world and mine,
to call them forth
and hear their words
the messages from time.

A candle in the window
a plate out by the door,
a haunting chant
hummed in perfect time
a circle on the floor.

They call me witch, I dare to say
it's very plain to see,
a simple girl
with simple needs
a witch, I'll ever be!