Song of the Mabon Goddess
Slowly, slowly she walks at dusk. Through village streets, serene in her deep red gown. On every door she leaves behind, ears of corn, kernels light as apple blossoms, dark as decay. Dusk deepens: her gown growes black. Her hair is crowned with spiderwebs, that shines like stars. Sweet is the savor of harvest, as night gains ground on day. Take this blessing, friend, lover, kin: Join hands with those who will warm you, as cold and dark draw in.
- from Witch in the Kitchen by Cait Johnson
Seuraavat kuvat ovat otoksia siitä hetkestä kun vietin syyspäiväntasausta. Ihana syys!
The following pictures were taken when I celebrated Mabon.
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