Rowan is a tree of power, causing life and magick to flower. Willows at the waterside, stand ready to help us to the summerland.
Hawthorn is burnt, to purify and draw faeries to your eyes.
Hazel, the tree of wisdom and learning, adds it's strength to the bright fire. white are the flowers of apple trees, that bring us fruits of fertility. Grapes grow upon the vines giving us both joy and wine.
Fir marks the evergreen to represent immortality seen. Elder is the lady's tree, burn it not or cursed you'll be.
Four times the major sabbath's mark, in the light and in the dark. As the old year starts to wane the new begins, it's now Samhain.
The time for imbolic shows, watching for flowers through the snow. When the wheel begins to turn, soon the Beltlane fires will burn. As the wheel turns to Lamas, night power is fought to magick rite.
Four times the minor sabbaths fall, use the sun to mark them all. When the wheel has turned to Yule, light the log, the horned one rules. In the spring when night equals day, Ostara is to come our way.
When the sun sun has reached height, it's time for Oak and Holly to fight. Harvesting comes to one and all, when autumn equinox dose fall. Desoil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane, and werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane. When the lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to her times two. When the moon rides at her peak, then your hearts desire you may seek.
Heed the north winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail. when the winds blow from the east, expect the new and set the feast. When the winds come from the south, love will kiss you on the mouth. When the wind whispers from the west, all heart will find peace and rest.
Nine woods in the cauldron go, burn them fast and burn them slow. Birch in the fire, to represent what the lady knows. Oak in the forest towers with might, in the fire it brings the gods insight.
Bide within the law you must, in perfect love and perfect trust. Live you must, fairly give and fairly take. tree the circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme. Light of eyes and soft of touch, speak you little and listen much.
Honor the old ones in deeds and name, let love and light be our guides again.
