Us girls are in our third day of fun and renewal…
Hail to us all…
AS THE CRONES FLY
The crow flew west sounding his alarm
The fog of the morning burned in the Suns’ awakening charm
Took flight in the wind lead by the caw to waters edge
The flirt of the trickster’s squawk pulled to our wander said
We let our wings open to the wind n’ fog in rising Sun
Pulled by the unknown mystery of land to lake for fun
Black wings floated to the sandy beach
Between toes the grit filed our trek with no retreat
Eyes held to stone and pebble, shell to glass.
We be Pirates of this mitten’s morning quest
To find the blue stone treasure through the rising mist
Assured the magic would fill us without resist
Three crones in call to ancient fires
Around the circle we sing to the flaming pyre
Remembering our long agos in the far away
Remembering the magic of those magic days
When crow did call from east and west
Tease and taunt our heart felt quest
To find the sky held to rock and stone
Of heaven on earth that lay hold to our bones
Here we are a last brought by the Call
Of Crow to air and our Northern soul
To this land with beach of flow and stone
We three crones have found we’re never alone
