‘Tis The Eve
Aromas of sweet grass
and sage
around my hearth announce
spirits from another age
It is the time at last…
to pull the powers from the past
...of East and West
and North and South…
of wind and sun and sea
Hear these words from my mouth
Tomorrow my departed
will walk again with me…
though nary a breath
shall they take...
still this journey they will make
All Hallow’s Eve is the time...
they can come and share my wine
Sweet grass shall burn
in honor of their return
One day a year
I shall feel them near
and then they leave
...leave me to grieve…
biding my time until another
All Hallow’s Eve
©2006 Faye Sizemore
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