by Jj Starwalker
Blue skies, white puffy clouds
and evergreens standing proud
do their thing, while
leaf-dropping trees, ahead of season
offer early scuffling fodder
as I walk to the mailbox.
August is not in autumn’s arms,
except this year she is. Drought
spurs on the change of season,
not good, but it is here. Hopes
for rain might not be dashed
on the morrow. But then, they might.
Thankful for those who farm and sell
and gently offer bits of water,
pumped from deep underground
to keep the produce growing,
I shop the farmers’ market
and do not dicker.
photo credit: Kateryna Hliznitsova, Unsplash
Jj Starwalker was born into a remarkably magical mid-western family that appeared most conventional to the average eye, as they blended their talents smoothly with their mundane occupations as farmers, housewives, nurses, teachers. Even as a young woman, Jj walked her own path, immersing herself in scientific disciplines yet still studying hex work and regularly relying on telepathy for communication (before cell phones.) Her life path has been at times rocky and convoluted, which strengthened her capabilities on many levels. She has never let adversity stop her, assessing any problem with an inborn sense of balance that mixes magic and the mundane to find a solution that manifests on multiple levels. She is most comfortable being the Crone in the cottage just out of sight, tending the plant and animal beings within her domain and enjoying their many blessings. If you find that witchy cottage, you will likely find her as well, somewhere amidst the chaos of plants and produce, paint and projects, probably involving the fiber arts.