Südliche WALPURGISNACHT

Creeping back to life, brewing in the deep dirt.
Invigorating waves, a fresh vibration.
To the noble witch, regeneration.
A higher sun, a tree top full.
A real and sacred manifestation.

New leaves explode, new flowers and aromas.                                    
The weather surrenders to the angels of the seasons.
Hills and mountains witness the earths magic,

and bless it with their essence and worship it freely.               




Buds of our southern september ending the month in resplendor.
Warm breezes break the spirit of frost chasing winter south.
In every plant a power surges, an invisible fire.
The beginning has begun again.