The woods are in a silent standstill… as we await winter’s return. Normally this time of year the Cailleach has taken a frozen hold onto these woods, with 10-15 inches of snow on the ground as a general rule. But alas this year there be only a couple of inches, and with today’s high of 42 degrees out, that won’t be here for long. The rivers and lakes aren’t frozen yet by far, and the foxgloves in my poisonous garden are for the most part still green.
Winter here is a secondary world, a frozen woods of dream states, altered realities, and hibernation. Now all the creatures and wood spirits alike are still in silence… awaiting to hear the hag screeching and flying about the wood. Knowing this in certanity will bring about a white winter to these woods.
❄️🌲❄️🌲❄️🌲❄️ Winter in a witches wood.
Raven Wood 