Summer colours have gone to bed,
Now deepest orange and russet red.
Richest brown and glistening gold,
The Autumnal glow, we now behold.
Sky grows cloudy, feeling the chill,
The Earth is bending to winters will.
Transitional beauty a joy to behold,
Rain falls slowly, wind grows cold.
Reap the gifts of Mother Earth,
Pumpkins and cider yielding mirth.
Celebrating our Wiccan ways,
Mabon, Samhain and darkening days.
Written 21st September 2012 , at sunrise
in Sutton Park
Scene & State of mind.
There are no words to describe how beautiful it is
here at this time of year. I can smell the chill in the air, the truest sign
that autumn has arrived. I am completely at peace in this moment; the colours
are invigorating and warm; as I invoke them, I feel my base and sacral chakras
swell and swirl with energy.
The silence of a natural place at sunrise is
always stunning but right now it is overwhelming to the point of ecstasy. All
of my senses are heightened and my third eye is tingling with anticipation. I
would not trade this feeling for anything in this universe.
Where I am sitting I can see rabbits on a large open
area which only a week ago was completely green; it now resembles a forest
floor blanketed in the brown, gold and amber of the gently falling leaves of
this magnificent season.
