Spirit of Rowan,
Sacred Tree -
I call to you.

Rowan, witch's wood,
Woman waxing, full, and waning.
mysterious -
of magick and moor made;
moon clutched
in crooked fingers,
foxfire flame.
Tangled skeins
skyward streaming,
bearing fate's banner,
crisp and cold,
cloaked in cloud.

Spirit of Rowan,
I listen.
Share your wisdom
with me.