Ravens and Crows – John W. Leys Guest Barista

  I saw one of Wodan’s ravens — Or was it one of Badb’s crows? — Through dirty bus windows, Flying over hard and frozen snow. Fly on, old friend, with your mission, And the messages you wish to bestow, While, across the rivers, through the mountains To grandmother’s house I go. But grandmother doesn’t … Continue reading Ravens and Crows – John W. Leys Guest Barista