Blackthorn Fence

Cold of winter pierces bones

Warmer get the stoves and stones

Hands with broken skin from frost

And the wish that is not lost

This fine house had been the home

For my tired, sleepless bones

Here I boil the tea and stew

Here is cauldron, dried herbs, view

From the window to the garden

Being cold, protective warden

Living fence that sleeps by winter

Blackthorn fence - beware of splinter

With the way the world is working

My own self became quite something

Shadows, voices, beings, dreams

All that is is not as seems

Built my prayers by own self

Taking shadow book from shelf

Opening the page for spell

One to make sure goods I sell

With the good of all that come

And with harm to none that show

May my words become my spells

May attraction come to tells

Love, protection, joy and sheer

Greatness, certainty, career

May you too have blessings darling,

May we share the goods my dear