...The Crone Season ~ an Appointment with Winter...

Falling like leaves are the papers, ideas, hopes and dreams...falling to the earth after a long ride on Halloween night. A loud thump as her body hits the ragged face of the earth. It splits open and memories flood out like an over swollen river, down past the pebbles and brokenglass, eventually making their way home to the sea. A winged lady, a creature of both fur and feather now stands before me. Some of you already know her name. Autumn breezes have bred and borne her, the chilly crone appears.

She knows more than you ever cared to hear. She wants you to know things and come to know what she has hidden, as secrets crawl from their graves and once again are locked away in a place where time stands still and waits for someone to find them there. The wheel goes around and comes around once more and she lives with the promise of rebirth even though her skin continues to fade.

~ Carole Anzolletti