As Autumn Share’s Its Fall!
The steady light rain – falls on the diagonal – as late morning comes around,
Rings of constant reflective ripples – refreshing the puddles adorning of the ground!
The water table bordering on the slippery – where there’s movement underfoot,
It’s almost a concerted effort to convince each footstep – to stay just where it’s put!
Our entrance comes and goes – looking lively on our toes – wet leaves caress our feet,
Painting a portrait of welcome – with the air a golden grey yellow glow – tasting sweet!
We keep a low profile for the wringing out of rain clouds – the sky it holds its breath,
The north wind blows a winter chill for Samhain – truly a matter of life and death!
A dark shaded Kestrel maps out the south eastern bank – every hover – move – repeat,
Holding its glorious form in a show of precision – a thing of beauty – subtle and discreet!
The Crows they chatter – as they ride and play on the wind flow – taking in the view,
Silver Birch in varying degrees of fading greens – the autumn colours bleeding through!
Dressing the naked bones of the Samhain Gateway – with such vibrant fronds of Yew,
Prepared for the occasion – of the seasonal persuasion – with the circle returned anew!
The Gatekeeper and a mercy dash to the wood pile collective – when push comes to shove,
The Lanterns are positioned and the Moon Garden archway – is shown a little love!
Admiring the Moss and the spread of the Lichen – capturing images the best I can,
An age old living story tattooing the stones – way beyond the reach of man,
The wood man enters and fulfils great promise – the entrance candles lit at noon,
The wind it swirls in the confines of our corner – dancing to an inaudible tune!
There’s a familiar voice with the toning of the Dragon heart coming out of the blue,
The messenger from the mountains with a communication breakdown – true as true!
A gathering comes together with hugs and cuddles – the joker quips and smiles,
The magnificent bond of life’s entwinement – drawing near – with some of them for miles!
Preparation taking shape and form – steady and deliberate each and every one and all,
Everything in its place but the journey stones – and a run of retrieval heeds their call!
Finishing touches echo personal threads – growing more inclusive through the ages,
Sweeping away the metaphorical dust and cobwebs – with the verses planned in stages!
A Newt makes an appearance – small and earthen – seen by all to the circle’s north,
A moving experience full in focus – sharing in the vision – each moving back and forth!
With conviction uttered and holding back the rain clouds – the Incense trails its smoke,
Highlighted by the Lanterns now all a flicker – as the wind chimes sing to the fairy folk!
Soon its time to gather in the roundhouse footprint – collecting our thoughts for the day,
To the sound of the gong – a snake of procession moves along – serenaded all the way!
Sun-wise are the sinews around the Silver Birch – enclosing the nature of the stones,
The wind blows their hair in a spiral dance – and you can feel it to your bones!
Honouring the Ancestors we share a connection – lighting the Ancestral flame,
One by one with chosen – private and personal words – with some addressed by name!
Remembered are the leaves of branches upon the tree of life – as autumn shares its fall,
A toast of mead with its natural chill – synonymous with this moment in history’s all!
Weaving our threads – we come to count our blessings – while closure feeds the fire,
A personal audience within the grander scheme – giving us all that we require!
We share a final connection as the gateway closes – each gifted with a sprig of Yew,
Coming to a close and the light is fading – leaving the lanterns to share their view!