Strawberries and honey
What’s not to like?
Those are two of the names
of this most recent incarnation of ‘Mother’.

Our gardens are close to giving bounty
While the rivers and bays are full
Keeping us well nourished
Just as she does

Sacred reflected light
It’s power

Washes over us
Energizes us
Ignites our souls
Replenishes our minds

It is for me
Another creative night
Bathed in magickal light
That must carry us through

until the next time Mother arrives