1 December 2012
Four paper birch lanterns, Flickering souls on a wychlake, floating. Red, white, blue, and green Crowlight shining through rowan and oak, Whispers of a tale a woodcarver spoke.
Snow flakes. On leaf spiral runes, falling. Winters spirit wood, calling. Breathe evergreen yew leaves, Druid magic and shamanic needle tea.
Here comes Jack Frost, stalking, Stag, crow, pike, and weasel, Here comes the oak druid, Sky, wind, and snow, his easel. Breathe birch moon's icy breeze. 'Winter advent' we see.
Winter Advent • Opuss № I