Samhain
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 season brings
We may feel their whispered presence
Like the brush of gentle wings
poem ©2010 The Owl Underground
The Owl Underground 
Just lovely. I’m glad to be moving into November, and this is a good first read.
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