Freya’s Day

The river sang in rhymes of effortless movement  of peaked crème waves

Spilling out upon each other and rising in delight as they rushed to the shore

Silver fish,  darted unseen in waters murky and deep

The moon  shrouded by  endless cloud movement shone  golden in a haze

And kookaburras, Kings of the bushy sea,  flew in singing in unison to such splendour.

whilst lily and I gazed, strangers to this realm, treading upon sacred soil,

for change was upon us as Samhain draws near – heralding the New Year.