Thy Serpent

As it to hasten the fading glow of the sun,
nocturnal insects rise in their constant hum
The humid earth responde to Twilight's call,
sending forth the mists of evenfall...
Into shades of grey the evergreen's subdued
by my feet, flowers of Witchery are abloom
Bittersweet scented in this late summer night
human consciousness penetrated with starlight
A journey will begin here ; onerous thoughts drift to me
now as the powers of nature are manifest
The meadow grows into an alien garden of plenitude