Fall - the festival of colors evokes powerful emotions in most people. The fading light of the sun and the crisp scented air lightens the heart and spirit. Autumn is celebrated by most cultures as a time when Mother Earth gets ready for her annual sleep before rebirth. Wiccans celebrate the aging of the Goddess as she passes from Mother to Crone and await the winding down of the year at Samhain. The Druids call the autumnal equinox feast as Mea'n Fo'mhair and honor the God of the forest - the Green Man by offering libations to trees. It is a time to finish old businesses and get ready for a period of rest, relaxation and rejuvenation with warm pumpkin pies, hot cider and lots of reading.
Red and orange leaves drift by the window,
Leaving a blazing trail around the wall.
My face is lit up in a fireless glow
As I witness the arrival of Fall.
A hazy smoke lies over the harvested field
Like a curtain blocking the winter's call,
And gathering the bounty of this year's yield
I walk under the red light of Fall.
With scent of fallen apples and the dust of threshed grain
Lingering over turned earth in the far away knoll,
I wander alone on the meandering lane
In the sharp gentle chill of Fall.
Around the grapes' sweet odors, the yellow butterfly
Crowns the Autumn maple in the seasonal ball,
And under the fair September sun I lie
Basking in the glory of the majestic Fall.
As the Harvest moon rises over the crispy night
And black robbins sing out in a silky drawl,
I sit by the hay in the fading light
And offer a toast to the Green Man of Fall.