Sheltered by the nighttime sky
I walk down Hollow Lane.
Entranced by the Echo of the Owl's Cry
On this night of Samhain.
The hollow is lined with Ancient Oaks
Their leaves of Harvest Gold
Each step that I take
A Bullfrog croaks
As if spinning a tale of old.
Children scurry all around
In costumes made with care.
Goblins, witches, maidens, ghosts
Designed to give you a scare.
The leaves are falling from the trees
Blanketing the ground below
The chill of night is felt in the breeze
Charged with an energy flow.
Sensing the thinning of the veil
Ancestral words I incant.
Communication will not fail
As I walk and continue the chant.
Love and Peace from ancestors past
Surround my very soul
Feelings of goodwill
I feel at last.
Numbing me to the cold.
The glow of the bonfire lights the sky
As my destination draws near.
Merriment abounds
Energies are high
On this
Our Witches New Year...
Happy Samhain!!!
