Goodnight winters witches....
the frost is on the broom..
Do not tarry to long,
the moon will be out soon.
So quickly she will be..
sailing across the midnight sky...
.. all festooned in palest gossamer,
with a star caught in her veil… way up high.
Goodnight dear witches....
and know that we all watch that moon..
from a mountain top...
or alone in your room....
from window or porch..
from tree or from swing...
We all see her....
and that is the most beautiful thing.
For I share her with you...
and you share her with me....
and in a way....
we all touch..
wands to fingertips....
brooms to hands....
joined together..
by spirit and by divine plan...
Goodnight to you all...
Goddess keep…
