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| (Image: Jacqueline Durban) |
This mist is like
angel's breath.
I hunt the fly
agaric like a fox
seeking red, the
secret fire.
The trees are all
aflame and burn themselves to bare,
draw their magic
down, burnt toffee for the boar,
hearth-root honey
for the sow,
who winds the year
to still with cloven hoof and song of briar.
I keep my belly low
and snuffle-seek the chanterelle
I wise-woman-walk
the web and weave of mycelia
find waxcaps;
scarlet, butter, honey, crimson,
King Alfred's cakes
to light the inner fire.
I pad-paw the paths
of a thousand years,
trust my nose, the
knowing of my feet,
sniff out the place
where two roads meet,
set sail for longer
nights, and shorter days made diamond bright
by frost and fear.
Jacqueline Durban, Autumn Equinox 2013
(first published in 'Earth Pathways Diary')
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