Samhain

With final harvest gathered in,

the veil betwixt worlds grows ever thin.

So set a place and spare a thought,

for those we love who've journeyed forth.

With tomorrows dawn winters reign begins,

of nights so dark and day's so thin.

But upon the hills bone fires burn bright,

and from their hearts our hearths ignite.

And with salmons wisdom we'll seek to dream,

a chance of foresight through times endless stream.

Celebrate and give thanks for achievements won,

for a new year starts with the rising Sun.

Blessings at Samhain.