Song of the Samhain Goddess
Deep night in the forest,
Deep night on the hill.
The Old Wise One opens Her cloak -
Inside, bitter smoke coils like a snake.
Heaped at Her feet, orange pumpkins grin.
The bones of Her hand shine through the skin.
Breath of Mystery rides the wind:
Breath of death cold on the back of your neck:
Breath of magic whirls around you:
Breath of endings and beginnings, always new.
Honor me now.
Devotional activity: Remember the Crones, those elderly woman who have touched your life, living or past. Light a candle for them, purple for they are powerful and purple is a good, funky colors for them. Pour a libation of tea with a pinch of brandy or whiskey added. And... if you are a crone, honor yourself; laugh, dance, and know how powerful and wise you are.
Blessings dark and deep!