Sunday, September 23, 2012


Autumn shawls, as Mabon calls, and night falls... into the deep

Signs are how, all nature bows, as children now... are fast asleep

Morrow's sun, time is not won, shortened run... in spring will reap

Red, yellow, leaves all mellow, cause fellow... to therefore weep

Soft rains fall, hot cocoa calls, bundled all... we choose to keep

Autumn meddles, Mabon settles, Night tea nettles... and now we sleep

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