Mabon
Balance
Standing on a pin
The summer blows
And whisps away
With the chilling autumn winds
Plenty
Famine
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
Autumn
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