wind-song

 
tarry not oh sadness
I place you in a jar
stare at you in wonder, fair
you are beautiful

I am a witch who troubles not the magics
I have vowed not to disturb
that which is sacred

still, I cast with every word that tumbles from my tongue
altering the winds with my temper blow
a tempest stirring even as I take note

exiled in days past
I came to realize with this power comes great responsibility
carefully I braid my hair
a spell falling from my lips

let now the words uttered do no harm
may this lift up and not shatter