Now, in the darkening of the year,
The veil between the worlds wears thin
And those gone on ahead draw near
Like a harvest gathered in.
In the hours of quiet remembrance
The waning seasons brings,
We may feel their whispered presence
Like the brush of gentle wings.
One thought on “Samhain”
So lovely — and apropos, with the time change coming. It suits me, because it makes it easier to get up in the morning for work, although the shorter work days aren’t so great.
I’ve been trying to remember a quotation, a poem, an essay — something — that referenced the “thin places.” I enjoy thinking about them — they surely are real.