Spells
James Reece

I dance and dance without any feet
This is the spell of the ripening wheat.

With never a tongue I've a tale to tell
This is the meadow grasses' spell.

I give you health without any fee
This is the spell of the apple tree.

I rhyme and riddle without any book
This is the spell of the bubbling brook.

Without any legs I run for ever
This is the spell of the mighty river.

I fall for ever and not at all
This is the spell of the waterfall.

Without a voice I roar aloud
This is the spell of the thunder cloud.

No button or seam has my white coat
This is the spell of the leaping goat.

I can cheat strangers with never a word
This is the spell of the cuckoo bird.

We have tongues in plenty but speak no names
This is the spell of the fiery flames.

The creaking door has a spell to riddle
I play a tune without any fiddle.

© James Reece

There is magic everywhere my friends
Each blessed thing in nature
Has it's own spell - it's own song to sing
One has only to believe
To feel the power.

Brightest Blessings to you and yours
as the Witches New Year wings
it's way to your door
this Happy Samhain... this Happy Halloween...