runes scribed by sunlight through stirring leaves, she enchants
wind-swirled, they change - but meaning still cleaves; she enchants

a sursurration whispers mantras of rainfall
eyes flash, and with thundering, it leaves; she ends chants

candleflame redoubles, divides, eyes glistening
with - what? the flicker of flame yet breathes; she enchants

the weight of stars slumps westward, hauling up the sun
dawning early, time from moonlight thieved; she enchants

smiling enigma, fortune rolls her wheel onwards
none anticipate what fates she weaves, she and chance

in her slow regard, she changes raiment to black
her death and rebirth she monthly grieves, she enchants

here the winter-cold iron lays still on the hillside;
there the harvest piles high in its sheaves; sidhe enchants

wine served by her hands brings sweeter taste to my lips
her touch sacramental blessings leaves; she enchants

an withal new perspective circumstance then grants,
ever shall you speak these words of Niamh’s she enchants