The Walls Grow ThinThe sun has set but night not come, as dusk
Still lingers. The full blue moon of Samhain
Climbs the crisp, velvet sky. The hint of musk
Is all that summer left. Hear fall begin.
I ground, and call on those who ride the wheel of time;
Invoke a Blessing on my family, friends
And bring what hope I can within this rhyme
Without, and do my part, that ill-work ends.
The darkness comes, a new year lurks within
As into Horned One's winter now we ride.
New Year, All Hallows, the feast that is Samhain
Marks hope of future spring which cannot hide.
Lord and Lady; Mother, Child; I see
Thy Many Names. close circle, smile, and Be.
copyright E Glas Durboraw, October 31, 2001 - travelling through Alabama and Tennessee