Cernunnos comes into my garden. He is beautifully masculine.
He has his horns and all browns and greens and gold.
His energy grows out like thick vines.
He sits across the center of my garden from me and we gaze together.
This calm, his sweet strength and musk tempt to send me wild.
But I remain focused, because I am listening.
I can allow it to waft around me and still hold him with attention.
It is not a game. It is a meeting, deep by uncounted fathoms.
We sit in the stillness, the feral contained.