Steve's Journal

Oh, do not tell the Priests of Light
For they would call it a sin;
But we've been up in the woods all night,
A-conjuring Summer in!

( Background )

( The mixture, as before )

( Beltane Night )

( The Weekend )

We bring you news by word of mouth
Good news for cattle and corn
Now is the Sun come up from the South,
With Oak, and Ash, and Thorn!

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Processional Drummers (in my head)