Seed Song by Bride Alona McWilliam
Seed Song Bride Alona McWilliam Now the seeds that in late summer, Under the pressure of Sun, burst forth from the Blossom have found their resting place; cold, dark, still, in the Earth they lie, Enveloped by snow. I waken! Waken to the seed song, The flame, the kernel, The silent prayer within— That we fallen stars Are always ... Read More ►
