Friday, September 23, 2011
Mabon , summers end time of balance , merriment and cider shared.
The true harvest where herbs hang and grape to wine .
The time where two meet light of day and dark of night.
When sun a fire and blanket of night embrace.
Souls centered and well balanced gather at the crossroad.
A time of Baba Yaga tales told while spirit of turnip, parsnip and marrow abound.
Balanced within a soul light prepared for the silent snow laden journey ahead.
Sisters wind Santa Ana south and Sacred Crone north grow together again
and dance above tree top in joyous celebration.
Oh Aura of Mabon how Your colours inspire great thanksgiving of a year well reaped.