
Samhain.
Now in the darkening of the year,
The worlds between the worlds wear thin,
And those gone on ahead, draw near,
Like a harvest gathered in.
In the hours of quiet remembrance,
The waning season brings,
We may feel their whispered presence
Like the brush of whispered wings.
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Artist Amanda Clark
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SAMHAIN—-IS THAT THE FORM WRITTEN IN, OR A TITLE?
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Beautiful, the painting and the verse which mirror each other. So apt for this waning time of year. So glad you shared.
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Pleasure’s mine, thanks.
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