the witching hour

where do i find the witching hour
deep buried in the dark water
where the moon shines bright
reflected above in the night sky's
star studded indigo dome
do i hear the magical chant
in the crisp sound of footsteps
breaking the white of frost covered ground
is the witching there in the sounds
of silence and night birds, disturbed
as i feel the magical embrace
of tall trees, stark standing
echoing the season in their naked finery

where do i find the witching hour

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