Samhain

A new moon in the sky ascends.

The seasons change as summer ends.

Witches gather around a fire,

And with the dead, they conspire.

The veil is thin, this time of year.

As the darkest months, draw ever near.

Souls commune, and spirits renew,

To nature’s rhythm, staying true.

Β© J.G.

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