Dark is the night As a chill wind blows Dry leaves rustle Cold and decay sting the nose. Mists creep along the ground A smell of smoke fills the night As the witches gather Mothers, sons, daughters, and Crones Drawn together on this eve of old. In silent passage they make their way Into this pre-arranged time and space Reverence to the circle they bring While hushed clouds crawl across a velvet sky And the moon rides high into the night To share her secrets and her light And in the streets the children chant Something sour, something sweet Give me something good to eat. Mischief is afoot as doorbells ring It's Halloween, It's Halloween! The old year dies, a new begins As the witching hour now descends Light your fires and honor your dead As the veil thins between the worlds We celebrate those who came before Ancestors commune with all who'll listen. The wheel of the year now draws to a close A spiritual new year about to unfold Your resolutions now to declare Intention for the New Year, speak into the air To ride on the wind to the Goddess' ear Your will to attain your desires to share What are your hopes, your dreams, and your wishes? On this Blessed Samhain Night This night of the Witches. 2015 ~Koneta
Category: Poems