In The Time of Samhain

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.

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One Response to In The Time of Samhain

  1. hocuspocus13 says:

    Reblogged this on hocuspocus13 and commented:
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