Tag: grove poetry

• The Magic of the Grove

  

  Sometimes I sit in my Groveand wonder how the years grow old. Another year.Another seed.A planting nowfor the coming deeds. In my Grove I sit and wonderhow it is the village sunders. Another letter.Another storm.Ashes in the cauldron warm.Old words still softly churn. Yet I am thankful we are moving,watching small seeds slowly blooming. The…

  March 25, 2026

  At the Altar

  family and love, grove poetry, magic of intention, sanctuary and home, spiritual reflection, spoken word, the grove