the magic of the Autumn
Fruit of the gods some say
pertaining to the underworld
the silver bough, today
feminine of gender
planet Venus she
Bounded by fresh water
and her deity
Venus and Dionysus
And Diana perchance
at Samhain apples everywhere
the altar where some dance
one of immortality
bearer of buds and flowers
a symbol of soul lets bury them
and in Spring lets spend our hours
listening to the growing cycle
when Winter comes then we
having seen the frosts emerge and sit
on the apples so sweetly
add dry to love potions
sachets scents and brews
lets each share an apple sweet
our love will then be news
a wand carved out of Apple wood
sees emotional magic thrive
under the tree a unicorn
lives and spends and does survive
Worthy of the presentiment
of peacefulness which pays
a kiss from frosts abounding
sweeten flesh within
it comes with immortality
far away from sin
more so vision and wholeness
perception grows tis said
Gaia gave an apple to her daughter Hera
and life now has been
From their eternal sleep
the pentagram within proven
how truthfully serene
Don’t imagine the Old Testament
talks of sin and lust
they saw it as a forbidden tree
Rising from the dust
knowledge is the key here
to enter is the way
respect for all things growing
whilst knowing what you say.