Inner Seasons (Follow the Crow)

Music By Brenda Sutton,
Poem By Teri Windling © 2007

Follow the crow and find the path
Of breadcrumbs, feathers, leaves and stones to lead you
From the summer lands into the
Autumn and the unknown

Yes go. Go now as day ripens;
Your fears writ large across the sky.
The wind whispers, "Don't be afraid."
The trees tremble as you pass by.

And crow cries out, compelling you
Through haunted hills that rise and fall
And breathe and sigh beneath your step.
And crow is gone… and you, you're small…

…and all alone and frightened now.
The wind grows cold. The autumn trees
Stand naked as the seasons turn.
The sun sinks down. You're on your knees…

…upon the grass, upon the ground
Among the toadstools, spotted and red,
As red as blood, as black as crows.
You rise and run. The sun has bled…

…it's dying light onto the land.
Follow the flame, follow the flow,
Follow the one who takes your hand,
Follow the sun, the moon - yes go!

Go quickly now and join the dance
Where child, woman, girl and crone
All waltz within your heart and skin,
Your inner seasons, flesh and bone…

…formed out of water, root and stone,
And blood and flame, and leaf and star.
Then sleep and dream of days to come,
And all you'll be and all you are.

Yes sleep. You dream of crows and clouds
Feathers, flight and fields of snow,
And of the day you tell your own daughter:
"Follow the crow" Follow the crow...