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Mabon Song

This poem was featured in a special Autumn segment on Pagan In Portland (season one, episode 16), hosted by Sonoran Green.

Crisp.
Clean.
Bitter.
Sweet.

The third season arrives,
Carried by the wind.

The sun gods of the spheres
Descend deep within the chasm
Between light and dark.
Faces turned toward the night.

The Water Keepers leech
The life from the leaves.
Striping the trees and bark bloodless.
Bleaching the world.

No longer confined within
The soil and solids, the lifeblood
Of the Earth is set free in the sky.
Above the ground.

Pure.
Colorless.
Cold.
Free.

Autumn night.
Water flight.

Soon, no color will exist beneath the stars,
For now the leaves scream red and yellow.
A theater curtain veiling the storm.
An unexpected turn.

Wet.
Dry.
Cold.
Brittle.

Paths open, woven with
Gold and sparks of fire.

The clouds gather,
Communing as one,
As the third season
Prepares the Earth for sleep.

Mabon Song © 2011 Mnemosyne Mars




I’m a pan(en)theistic Pagan with a quick tongue, black thumb, and no sense of elemental direction. Otherwise, I’m awesome.
Posted By Mnemosyne Mars

I'm a pan(en)theistic Pagan with a quick tongue, black thumb, and no sense of elemental direction. Otherwise, I'm awesome.

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