Samhain, the night of the God of misrule.
He sends out his imps to trick and to treat
The year’s fruitfulness is at an end.
life has ebbed down into the earth.
There is no thrust of life and in all nature
Now, with plants and animals and all life
the wise turn inwards to the sleeping seeds
for death is a beginning.
I share this time with the dead and the unborn.
The wheel of life must always turn
and death is preparation for rebirth
the darkness deeply holds the seeds of light.
We shall meet,
and love again.
Bright blessings in the darkness