Why must I always be different,
from everyone around me?
A Green Witch in Spring,
tending my garden loves.

A Siren in Summer,
swimming from shore to shore.
Fall brings Mabon to the woods,
I am the Autumn Equinox.

The fierce winds of Winter whirl,
My breath blows as Cailleach Bheur.
Although harsh and sometimes haggard,
I hold new life beneath the frozen stone.

To be a regular girl in life,
no omens portending an ominous sign,
No witchcraft to aid the metamorphosis of life,
but then I could not fly a circle in the sky.