Oh! Sacred winds carry me back Home
to where my heart pulses rose red
by the rising heat of my womb and
the molten rivers of my blood
that floods
that floods
my Soul
wild and ancient with
rolling thunder tongues
echoing deep in the valleys of my bones
where storms move through pine needles
like breath through prayers beads
ripened pomegranate seeds,
spill,
soaked in ash and memory
I write
I speak
from this place
of remembering
my own hearth a flame
I proclaim!
I come back Home
I come back Home
into your rough and cedar smoked arms
kissed by your furred chin
your emerald stone eyes
I smile
at your luminous skin
my deep- time soul kin
My Home
My Home
And oh! the aching love for my children
The Light
The Sparks so bright
I will love you into the night
as long as the stars will live
You are my Home
My warmth
My nest
My Homecoming
My constant Becoming
Dreamed through at Imbolc gathering 2025
