Witch’s Tea Tonight

It’s time for the spell to begin:

Mix and turn and foam and churn,

Smoke exhales in wispy veils

Sweet smells from distant lands prevail,

Upon this night, let it not fright,

The good spirits who take shelter from the storm

Earth, Air, Fire and Water, hear my call!

Make everything I wish to be come true,

Renew my life anew.

I pick up my spoon to stir and stir again,

From within, frothy bubbles arise

With a ladle I pour a smidgeon of its content in

To a warm mug and sit down by the hearth.

As smoke curls up from the mug

And Cat waits for me by warm glowing embers,

Keeping my seat for me along with his

I put the mug to my lips and sip and sigh,

As the pungent herbs rise up to fill my nostrils with delight.

Ah, yes, it’s just right, just right on this cold and drafty, thought-filled night,

When the darkness settles over the land and the moon is obscured from sight.

Snow and rain conjuring within dark clouds drifting across unseen starry skies,

The Wild Hunt is nigh, traversing across those wet and dampened skies.

Ah, yes, it’s just right, just right, to have Witch’s Tea tonight.