by Robin Wester
Dancing 'round the flame of Summer's end-
sparks of golden yellow celebrate Samhain.
Twirling around tossing leaves in the air-
laughing and giggling while catching them in our hair.
The last harvest is in as turns the new year
while the chill of Yule draws ever so near.
The dead will join our festive feasts,
giving glimpses of our past, present and future feats.
Come young maidens, mothers and crones-
Let the whispers of spirits rattle your bones.
Embrace the silence of the coming dark
and join the Sabbat's circle with open mind and open heart.