8 February 2020

Because the snow falls on sleeping fields

everything cold and still, I dream

I dream of poppies, billowing skirts of red

dancing in summer breeze…I dream

This is a song I learned for the weekend Feast of Lights ritual performance. I don’t know who wrote it, so I’ll fill that in when I find out, but it’s charming and provided my internal soundtrack for the entire weekend.

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