This lovely poem was written for me by a dear friend who wishes to remain anonymous, but the poem itself is to wonderful not to share.
I give you
Witches fly with pointy chins
Pumpkins smirk with pernicious grins
Bones rattle with an ominous din
Samhain arrives once more
Moonlight descends on meadows, sylvan,
Enshrouded by a fog-like coffin
Itâs autumn again, and the veil is thin
Samhain arrives once more
Ghosts arise from the earth within
The wheel of time begins to spin
Memories loom of all that has been
Samhain arrives once more
The righteous, unbidden, begin to turn-in
Cowering from this nightâs perceived sins
Dreading existence between the realms, pinned
Samhain arrives once more
Silence presides âtween the rustling of wind,
Thunderclouds mask a pale moon amid
A starless void, heavenâs lights forbid
Samhain arrives once more
Flaming Oak logs and Birch Tree skins
Ignite a fire whose light begins
To gather its heat and hunger in
Samhain arrives once more
And over the fire, bubbles the cauldron
Infusing rosemary, and seeds of pumpkin
Preparing the mind for the changes brewinâ
Samhain arrives once more
Encircled we rise, our hooded coven
Memâries of loved ones departed, we summon
Gone, not forgotten, men and women
Samhain arrives once more
And then, to the east, to our bitter chagrin,
Dawnâs piercing light stabs the darkâs region
And the wheel of time begins again
Samhain arrives once more.
Once more, arrives Samhain.