It all began anew, a dark moon rising in secret.
She called from the crown of the birch, an owl spreading her wings.
It was protection.
It was a birth.
It was lighting the way.
The Lady of the Woods arose into the darkness,
white bark shimmering from the Otherworld.
A single peridot floated down,
in the spade cut-out of a birch leaf.
It fell to manifest joy.
It landed where there was already prosperity.
The Lady of the Woods lights the way.