Mothers Twilight

Twilight
how swiftly it arrives
earlier each day
The Dark Night at its heels

The Great Mother
bears artful gifts
in the autumn of her life
Scarlet and caramel leaves
and the gamboge of
maiden grasses dancing
wild with the wind
under a harvest moon

The Great Mother passes
to slumber long
In birthing
our bountiful harvest
She nourishes us
Through icy sharp winds
and the bone chilling
DarK Night
The sweetness of her apples
The savory flesh
of her aubergine
The velvety meatiness of
her golden squash
The lush pungent plumpness
of her round pumpkin is
Her fire burns within
our bellies

She Lives On
From Mabon
through Yule
Where the light
calls forth
Twilight
how swiftly it arrives
longer with each day
The red mare
Aine with Sun
riding quickly at its heals
Our Mother awakens
Pregnant Vibrant
O

9/18 by M-

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