Samhain

The only shower of rain we had
Has left its diadems
Sparkling in the winter sun
All those pretty gems
Hanging off the jasmine
And the Rosemary
Each one decked in lots of leaves
But kind of perilously

Its the end of the harvest season
You can just feel Winters bite
A time for the faeries so they say
And the souls of the dead invite
Themselves into our circles
Look around can you
Make out other druid forms
Whose skins are bluer than you

Look across to Chipping Norton
Somewhere in the dark
Someones lighting fireworks
Clearly just a lark
The moles are moving deeper
The wind is drawing nigh
My toes are feeling colder
And i have a watery eye

Come taste the mead of summer
The bee took on the wing
Taste its luscious sweetness
It will make thee heart sing
Whoever you are come join us
Clasp hands and lets be
In the circle Part, of the ritual
For an eternity.