Gathering with Barbiel ~
And she was venturing in the forest
Going to fetch the fungi and moss
The girl searched the strathy floor
In the mystic Highlands of Scotland
Alone searching, seeking for notions
Prayerfully seeking wise advise
And there she sought wise Barbiel
The Angel of October, and asked ~
Where do the toadstools grow here
Amid the dankness of the leaves?
It is in October they prosper trees
Barbiel took his dousing rod to lead
Come this way girl, don’t meander
I’ll teach you of autumn’s alchemy
And some other things, he spoke
He pointed to the medicinal fungi
Found under the wet decayed log
He held up an yellow October leaf
Saying, just wait until it turns orange
And on their path of only mystics
Who wander into a dark forest
Finding Fagus BeechTree standing alone
He cracked the triangular nut offering
She ate the sweet fruits he gave her
Filling her basket with the kernels
They slowly continued onward
Old Barbiel taught as they passed
And she spent the day learning
From the tall burly angel telling
When will I see you again?
“I’m afraid, not until next October.”
I’ll be here on the first next year!
And saying goodbyes ~ He departed.
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