The Festival of Samhain

Samhain approaches
The High Holiday
Festival of the harvest
Clouds will move
Riding the wind
Crossing the moon
On the breeze
Tinted with brine
Bits of what brought life
Water, oxygen, salt
Rings of light
Play out in the savannas
We gather
Calling the ancient ones
To worship the mother
The cycle of life
Birth and death
Heading
Towards the dark of winter
Herbs mixed
With sparkle dust
Are sprinkled onto
The bonfire light
Protection from
The ones now past
Keeping our health
Our harvest plenty
So we dance
In the orange heat
Of the Samhain night

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