The Cauldron: A Pagan Forum

Gazing up at dawn’s amethyst sky
In time it will turn into a pale grey
Before the rising sun’s golden glow
And another day I will come to know
Before it fades into evening’s dusky gloom

Many winding miles away from it all
My strength and clarity slowly returning
Allowing me to make it through the day
Strange how it returns when I am away
A sign in itself to be well heeded

Sitting in a small shadowy glade
The serenity is like a lover’s embrace
Gazing up at dawn’s amethyst sky
Ever soothing and pleasant to the eye
The best part of my weekend day

I would rather be writing a love poem
Or describing endless highland vistas
Thoughts moving my pen across the page
Words of wandering in an uncertain age
Pen upon paper, soothing to my mind

Night’s darkness shall find me again
Hours and miles from dawn’s amethyst sky
Penning poems of dark uncertain times
Soothing my soul through these rhymes
Awaiting the possibilities of another morning