[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]


The hot and stifling summer breeze has left
And now the gentle zephyrs of the fall
Are almost here, and we are left bereft
Of burning heat, and summer's searing call.
But listen close and hear the soft footfall
Of Mabon rustling in the leaves and trees;
The equinox of autumn sings its call
In gentle sounds, as summer yearly flees.
We welcome now the turning of the year
As day and night dance round and round the other;
And though the later cold we sometimes fear
The autumn harvest brings thanks to Lord and Mother.
A short day now the Light and Dark do beat
In equal half, then leave, and next spring meet.

copyright E Glas Durboraw, September 18, 2001 - Birmingham

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