The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell. Don’t go back to sleep. – Jellaludin Rumi

I got up from my bed and went wandering through the woods at dawn. I sat on a plank bridge across a lake, facing the rising east, while frogs spoke behind me. Then I walked deeper into the woods where other voices chanted up the sun.  Something I couldn’t see, whose voice I didn’t recognize, squeaked and jumped into the creek.  A bunny bounded from my path, flashing his white tail at me a few times.  Then he sat under some brambles very still, head turned over his shoulder and ears cocked, to see if I was fooled.  I wasn’t, but I didn’t let him know.  I think seeing a rabbit on Midsummer morning must mean good luck.

I picked some blackberries, wild sweet things to give my son when he awoke.  I picked some leaves and flowers: blackberry, violet, elder.  Then I drank some faery tea.  The sun has vanquished the darkness.

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About Sara Amis

Sara Amis writes fiction, poetry, non-fiction, and rants. She is a Faery initiate who kicks it old-school, a member of Hellbender Coven, and has many opinions. Her work has appeared in Datura, Jabberwocky, Lilith Queen of the Desert, Witches and Pagans, Moon Milk Review, A Mantle of Stars, and her blog, the Consequence of Chance. Her poem series The Sophia Leaves Text Messages was published as an artist's book by Papaveria Press. She teaches Tarot and magic sometimes.