Hedge Witch redux

I am a hedge witch
I gather sticks and stones
I feel things in my bones.
After tea I go, out and walk about
looking here and there  (crows follow me everywhere)
searching to see the scented herbs are still there
lavender, parsley, sweet cicely, comfrey, plantain, dandelion leaf
to make magic potions for healing my emotions.
I peer beneath tangled shrubbery, and look for things I cannot see.
Engulfed by a thorny jungle of sprawling vine and leaf
the waning light is brief.
I am a hedge witch, it is too late to switch
But on a starry night in May
when all the flowers swoon (and crows tumble at my feet)
I take my twiggy broom, and fly around the moon.

04/13/2019 / 12/21/2019