Samhain

1.

First snow –
bird inside cage, inside darkest of corridor,
winter of all requirements,
on final day of October,
spirits wander
through
cabinets,
to sing at night
among snowflakes that
come invited on your hair, as we
carve faces from darkness, pale blue lightness of icicles.

2.

We just opened
doors to Samhain, where
elders’ souls
wander
thru’ darkest of
our lands.
With them, winter –
where November seeks through
weak light our long shadows,
tears & final, blood
harvest;
such a thin veil
between
two
worlds,
as the living
blends with the dead to
feast in peace below first snow.

3.

Hallow,
Samhain,
feast of the dead –
time to reconcile with
Nocturne,
demons disguised
around old
cairns,
ready to dance
with northern lights.
From primal
frost,
tell me the runes will never lie.

© Nat Hall 2013

—————- 31 Oct 2013, Samhain

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