The Crone’s Blessing
My heart was dancing
and the sunny blades of grass
bowed in a gentle breeze.
For one brief afternoon
I felt at one with everything
and knew no cares.
Then, by next morning,
the brilliance had faded
and keen shadows had returned.
The venerable crone
had granted me supernal joy,
and I never thanked her
for this unexpected blessing.
But often I picture her kindly face
with a grateful heart.