~ By Courtesy of Others ~
An Invocation to Skadhi
The howling of wolves in the winter hills
Gladdens the heart of the hunting goddess;
The moaning of winds on mountain crags
Is sweet to Skadhi's ear.
Shadow lingers below the trees
Where Skadhi passes, silent, swift;
Her eye is sharp; her aim is sure;
Her soul is fierce and strong.
Hail Skadhi - Hail the Huntress!
© Ann Groa Sheffield