First quarter

The papers were stacked in piles atop table

Music playing the tides of imaginary fable

Mind is rushing at speed about matters

Yet it does nothing much, as all scatters

Working hard about each piece that's taken

Plans be on and let go of forsaken

There is focus for us to be making

Greater things that we can't be mistaking

Brews are done, all is saged,

Blessings told, much is paged

Clean is home, minds in hurry

Please of please, less be worry

Letters sent, tasks are done,

Less is spent, toxic's gone

Feeling rest, soon to bed

One more chore - words be read

As the moon gains the power

So do we, in the cover,

Make the work towards growth

And we know what it's worth

Cauldrons clean, candles burning

Tea pristine, bourbon brewing

Happy times and the grateful

Feelings fine, love for hateful

Salt around, charms protecting

Shout it loud, be it reflecting

Give it love and send it to light

Eyes on goals - don't lose the sight