In the time of Samhain
I hear the earth spirits.
They whisper to me
in the rustle of fallen leaves
and remind me that
all is change
and death brings life.

In the time of Samhain
I meet my Grandmother Tree
in my dreams
and she tells me
I am strong
and beautiful
and loved.

In the time of Samhain
I sit by the fire
and smell
the mushroom scent
of the autumn dark
and know the space between
is small indeed.