Samhain

Let us all raise our voices and libations to an autumnal ululation. It is the time of the harvest and hunter’s moons, when the barley fields need to be danced upon with clogged heels singing to the mother of all mothers, Mother Nature. It is a time to give thanks for the grain and protein that have filled the pantries of innumerable millennium. It is a time to praise those before us who lived, learned and loved, so we could live, love and learn. 

Reviews

[Kerra]

truthful write here, i love nature

[albee]

Mother Nature, the mother of all mothers, is the source of love.

[barleygirl]

Here on the central California coast, I am still enjoying the harvest of my garden as we putter thru 80* afternoons! Your little write-up expresses the reverence I feel for having had so much healthy nutrition from the dirt this past summer season! (((HUGS)))

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Wonderful and beautiful words shared for nature. Thank you dear poet for sharing your amazing words and your thoughts.
Coyote

[albee]

Thank you Coyote for your words of appreciation.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[John the Baptist]

Has almost the sound of an ancient Druid priest. A very nice commentary on the meaning of autumn.

[albee]

I have been accused of being preachy in my poetry. I plead guilty. Thank you for the reflection. It is a warm light.