Samhain~


Oh my blackened cauldron popping, sparking bright!
The wheel of the year has turned upon this Samhain night
Witches dancing merrily, singing ‘round the hill
The earth is growing tired, our shelves are at their fill
Grateful for the harvest, sweet souls are welcomed here
Incense, smoke, and candles, laughter, bread and cheer!

Published by sheilarosskuhn

I write, I am an earth mother goddess...

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