Samhain

The proper name for Hallowe'en

"Samhain"

 

The moon provides the spark which

Ignites all the pneuma in the air,

Making the night flush with magic that

Transforms the ordinary landscape

Into something fae and otherworldly.

 

The trees are stately courtiers all

Bedecked in jewels of garnet and citrine,

They bear witness through the night

With whispers that carry on the wind

The impending encroachment of winter.

 

The dominion of the sun is ending as

Darkness recaptures an hour every day,

Bringing those who revel in the night

A season of their own to reap the harvest,

A bountiful feast o'er which to sing.

 

For my part I stand here in the cornfield

Awaiting on the thinning of the Veil,

So that my aching heart might be reunited

With its beloved traditions from the past,

Dancing with the wisps 'til dawn takes them.

 

The moon provides the spark which

Ignites all the pneuma in the air,

Making the night flush with magic and

The sorcerous gift-giving of Samhain that

Reinvigorates my spirit each year.

Author's Note

Pronounced 'sow-ween' or something approximate :P

Reviews

[Tenten]

beautiful, you describe tonight beautifully. thinning of the veil, awaited for so long, enjoy your night, this is a great piece, one of my favorites.