witches dream
Salt and sea mist on the windowsill,
A breath of autumn, sharp and still.
She’s sixteen now, and something wakes,
In the quiet of the morning, as the new day breaks.
Her grandmother’s loom, a spider's web,
Tells tales of tides and spirits shed.
Of herbs that heal, and stones that gleam,
Caught in the current of a whispering stream.
In the old barn where the moonlight falls,
She hears the forest's silver calls.
The dusty light through windowpanes,
Illuminates the hidden lanes.
No pointed hat, no crooked nose,
Just power in the wind that blows.
She’ll weave the fog, a silver thread,
From the ancient words her grandmother said.
The calloused hands, the hayy gaze,
She walks alone through misty haze.
A knowing glint in eyes so green,
The New England witch, a secret queen.
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