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

darkness gathers.

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 know,

and remember,

and love again.



Bright blessings in the darkness

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