Mabon
The festivities of the autumn equinox begin.
Wicca acknowledges this yearly event as Mabon.
The fruits of all who labor are gathered this night.
A coven encircles an old oak tree in the moonlight.
Giving thanks and praise to all spirits is the reason.
At this Sabbath, summer passes into the fall season.
The witches gather as a full moon shines in the sky.
As the summer departs, there is a chill in the air.
None in the congregation feels it, or seems to care.
Among them is my red-haired doll I see with my eye.
Sky-clad, they are not naked any moment.
They wear the moon and the stars for a garment.
Each gives me jitters with their strange incantations.
Skyward, they brandish their athames and oblations.
For this red-haired beauty, there is a growing yearning.
Never let the flames die. Keep them forever burning.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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