TURNS 

- Nemus  
Approaching Autumnal Equinox 2007

In the gray of twilight these silver branches twist
The ripe fruit of wisdom towards ancient evenings turn;
In coiling joy -   A wick’d work  to  stray direct  

Entwine all cycles of eternal change
Now each spiral  spell to  spark  October’s burn
This  certain touch of Us:- where seasons turn
What silver branch shall bare - now  at Sow’en sung.
Our song of  deed distilled  by Hive now mead
One living tree now shaken free
What falls yet falters not is free
Whose liberation remains unspoken mystery? 

Now hear again our twilit turn of star & snake herein
Our  mystick  revel by  orriflame  in soul rebel 
Our mark - once  greening leaf  hence of certain leap
Become the golden bloom of  silver branches
The dancing  pages  of our cosmick tree
That joy of dissolution that remains in us unshaken
In Strength & Sight
Here turns One infinite, eternal certain sea.