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