I asked her to keep autumn safe,
Took the moon from my hair,
Left it at the feet of the goddess.
I bled all over the pages
Of my intention
It flowed from me
In my time of winter.
Let autumn remain untouched
I wrote in ink.
The difference between praying
To an absent god
And following the path
Of the mother
Is she will always ask you to meet her there
In that space of dark possibility
Ask you how much
You want what you are asking for.
You are her,
You are the one you are praying to.
Again she invites me Into her cauldron
And I take the step.
