August is here, Autumn
on its tail I must be ready.
The rudeneja is strong
                in my bones.  
The new bottom of my broom 
must be gathered from scythe mowing,
blessed, and smudged.
The last broom brush being burned
at Summer Solstice. 
Handle is rubbed with 
rich oils and herbs
then bathed in moonlight
until I attach broom head
on September Equinox
          tying the broom bar
          with tempered twine
          woven with my blood. 
Many herbs and ingredients
must be renewed
replenished.  The townspeople
do expect
their potions and medicines
to be perfect even
if it is my busiest season. 
Last task, renewing
the glamour on my humble hovel
a lovely gingerbread dream
will ensure my winter
larder is packed.