EnglandÛªs old gods are in the turning of the year. In the songs of the land as black winter becomes white blossom spring, as summerÛªs swollen belly kicks bruises into fall of autumn apples. The witch needs no invented feast. Her calendar is alive. – #EmilyBanting #WitchWednesday
England’s old gods are in the turning of the year. In the songs of the land as black winter becomes white blossom spring, as summer’s swollen belly kicks bruises into fall of autumn apples. The witch needs no invented feast. Her calendar is alive. – #EmilyBanting #WitchWednesday
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 10, 2021