The Cinnamon Spell

This sonnet is a tribute to a very good friend who may or may not reveal herself.

The poem is personal to her and the song has got to be Donovan Leitch’s “Season of The Witch” covered by hundreds of other people, but we will stick with the original.

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Every day you weave your magic in words

As You care for others, soothing their ills

A beautiful savant , a book of spells

A smile to beguile, and a wonder shared

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An Animal Lover , Dancing In Time

A saltire , a cauldron, magic is here

A woman of power, protects those who fear

A bringer of calm, A comforting Sign

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You gather the sigils , the, tiles the runes

Put together, in the palace that you dwell

Chanting and dancing from bedroom to moon

With herbs and with spices to sound the bell

The cauldron is active, your singing is tuned

To finally cast the cinnamon spell

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