I Conjure Thee — The Witching Hour
I stood staring at my altar in my dining room. The first lacy fingers of autumn encircling me with Her cool touch. The trees beyond the window whispered like the feathery sound of your palms when you rub them gently together to raise energy for a spell. I took a deep breath.
Pleasant.
Fragrant. I sighed. High noon; but, the house was cloaked in inner twilight. Summer’s end in the woods, where chilly, dark shadows are punctuated with brilliant pools of just-warm-sunlight.
