For Good Fortune In Winter

When the evening fire
Lies down tame,
Take twelve twigs
Of ash or rowan,
Tied in thread,
Yellow or red,
And cast them in,
Thinking in silence
Of what you wish, whether
Love or wealth
Or gentle weather;
Watch their flame,
Do not look away
Until it dies,
And you shall have your way.



THE CRONE'S BOOK OF WORDS by Valerie Worth











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