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.
From Witch in the Kitchen
Magical Cooking for All Seasons