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All poetry on this page is used with permission from the original author. Original authors retain their copyrights, so please don't repost any of these writings to other websites or books without obtaining permission from the authors yourself.

Simply To Be

While you were sleeping,
I met a dreaming wraith.
Came in on a whispering wind,
Devoid of time and space.
So why do you cry?
My dear.
It was only an Illusion
Of what was.
Or maybe,
What will be.
The Emptiness
Inside
Is ever redeemed
With Love.
So wake up refreshed,
Come sit by the fire.
It will serve to remind.
A memory...
A hint of better days to come.
Call me now...
Now that you are ready.
For life..
And love.
For isn't it wonderful.
Simply to be.

-Awenmyst, 2001-

Samhain's Treasures
By Bobbie

Whirling nigh of thinnest veil
Harvest time of corn and Kale
Pumpkins bright , laterns dim
Hand and hand with kith and kin

Donning cloak and handmade mask
Welcomed into circle cast
Chanting, chanting building cone
Rushing in as power thrown

Grounding, laughing, touching gently
Summerland's visiting family
Mother's touch whispers peace
Tears of joy down my cheek

Joining together cup and athame
God and Goddess from whence life sprang
Never hunger, never thirst, sister , brother
Blessings passed one to another

Circles open but never broken
Light the fire, woods a smokin'
Friends chatting, feasting careing
Samhain's treasures we are shareing!



Autumn Wind
(c) 2001 by Rainbow Zend

When the days get shorter
And the nights grow cold
Then the Goddess knows
How the Autumn wind blows

The colored leaves fall
And the farmer doesn't sit
For his work never ends
Gathering what nature sends

Hay in bales big and bound
Fruitful bounty all around
Then the veil becomes thin
And Samhain rites begin

Children dress for fantasy
One night of make believe
Ghosts and goblins fill the streets
Playing tricks, getting sweets

Parted souls thought of now
Offerred cakes in the south
Parades on calles nimbly walked
Beloved memories, seldom talked

Quietly, the Pagans gather
But merrily they meet
In forest glades and city streets
Giving thanks for their feast

The Druids and their oaks
Witches and their brooms
Solid, strong, earthy folks
Know harvest ends and winter looms

Plant in the spring, pick in the fall
Ancient wisdom within us all
That before the winter snow
The Autumn wind must blow