Poem For Mabon 2019

mabon poem


Standing on a pin
The summer blows
And whisps away
With the chilling autumn winds

Both will come and go
And as we tumble
Through their wheel
We wait for coming snow

We fill the cornucopia
With apples, pumpkin, grain
And store for coming winter
When the sun dies once again

And Spring
Two brothers hand-in-hand
Are not at war
Have such a bond
That time cannot disband

From all Fall’s dying yellow leaves
To Spring’s fresh growing green
We sing to father sun
Who sets the season’s scene

So let us drink the wine
Mother nature bids us brew
And let us laugh in gladness
For a life that is so fine

Jasmine Scarlatos