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A Witch's Altar by Lady of the Shadows My altar
is where the sun slowly rises in the early morning,
melting crystal icicles that drape along the gutters of my home
and drip to the sidewalk below with rhythms only mother nature sings.
My altar
is my garden on the hill beneath an apple tree,
older than you or I,
where boxwoods are still green with life
even buried beneath the glistening snow that embraces them with a gentle hug.
My altar
is where tiny snowflakes fall from the heavens above to the Earth below,
covering the land in a blanket of white,
like a mother covers her child with a blanket at night.
My altar
is where the children sleigh ride in the backyard,
leaving behind tracks and footprints in the snow that echoe with the laughter of youth and the joy of living,
and makes me smile.
My altar
is where the wind whispers through the leafless trees in the woods nearby,
telling bedtime stories to her sleeping children,
like the squirrel curled up inside the Oak tree near my bedroom window.
My altar
is where nature sings with the Winter birds and dances with the grazing deer,
where the stars twinkle in the sky and the waxing Moon shines down from above,
where the snow crunches beneath my feet and I sink into the earth,
where a wreath hangs upon my door and smoke rises from the Yule fire,
where the frozen lake reflects falling snowflakes and white-covered trees.
My altar
is outside
where Winter's magic weaves.
(c) Kelli Sposato
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