Life’s last gasping. Hand to head.
Trees soon sleeping; winters bed.
Chill fall breeze, the branches sway.
A path of light will guide the way.
Walk it slow and gaze off yonder.
Hold pain tight, refuse it wander.
Sniff and murmur. Let them know.
Break heart open, let it show.
Souls are writhing; hear them call.
The summer crumbles. Make the doll.
Tears and failure. Wood and bone.
Twine and sinew. Teeth and stone.
Ruefully, Community, Soliloquy,
Apology, Memory, Eulogy
Ayslee. Ayslee. Ayslee.
Join us in the grief of goodbye. Meet at the fae circle an hour after dinner on Wakingday evening, the 7th of Boneharvest. I will have the area prepared. If you wish, bring a faedoll, a keening song, a sorrowful memory or a story of loss.
-Solun