Saturday, 2 November 2013


Something for All Souls, Samhain..... a mood poem...

Brown leaves, decaying on the ground
Storm drenched; Branches left bare
As the wheel turns slowly around
A time for dying, for Chantry prayer
Rain is falling heavy, flooding soil
Rivers burst their banks, overflow
Too well the farmer knows his toil
And sees the signs, the winter crow
The wheel turns, gives life and death
Now is winter time, and dying back
Cold frost seeps down, an icy breath
The tramp shivers on the ancient track
All souls this night, all saints the next
And we chant along to sacred text

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