Coda

Longing leaves

Soaked up the Sun,

Summer’s gift of life

Held within,

Nourishing.

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Come season’s end,

Soon time for slumber,

But for one last show.

From emerald to ruby,

Bronze and gold,

Tree and hedgerow’s last flourish

Before letting go.

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The great Fall

And light’s descent,

As above,

Now so below,

Sun’s magic

Cast upon the ground.

*

Summer’s spirit gone,

But not quite forgotten,

Liminal shadows

Before Winter’s chill.

The veil thins

And we remember,

Honouring those before us.

*

Blessed Samhain.

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