thin time

setting sun:

that thin time

when the spirits between one world and the other

pass like gold leaves

between our fingers

we miss one another in the

hurry of the morning

only to come together

in the eve of our beginnings

the dark time

of magic and chaos

shreeking goblins

and laughing children

and a woman frail,

barely breathing

what Trickster guides this game?

where oh where

is the man

who quietly stoked the winter fire

chopped the wood and bent his sholdure

to what was needed

So close to her now,

his empty space

(no, no, don't even try to fill him, you have

your own)

ah, Old Hallowmass.

dead dreams rise like ghosts

bury the apples and carve the way

for those whose names we have forgotten

complexity: it is never the same

twice.

Fear not.

Nutmeg, mint, Heliotrope.

mulled wine and beef stew.

Obsidian.

such gold as the falling leaves:

fleeting wealth of life fully lived

turn now and turn again

to the dying and the dead

keep in the living:

not you not yet

do not run away

face the the Crone and Her

Consort but come home.

come home come home

sunbeam's shining boy

to the earthy darkness

of your ancient mother's Ways.

veni veni

to the space between:

standing close to the doorway

again on the threshold

you don't

have to

run

away.

Me, I'll

take your

hand