Beneath the branches of a gnarled old tree, she bends over a cauldron, stirring and stirring and stirring her brew. The wind howls, woo, woo while monsters dance among the pumpkin patch.
The night is dark and full of shadows along the hidden path during an ebony night with a full moon.
To all the boojums, grumpkins and snarks; may you receive goodness and light from the witch’s hand for the brew contains protection, sweetness and magic.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Thank-you for following, reading, sharing and commenting – The Trefoil Muse
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