summer is fading fall fast approaching on the cusp of a new life i pull out the sweaters smelling of cedar wishing you were here so i could hold you near
05-09 emerald fire are you mine the ultimate prize or merely bait cauldron boils a chalice of wine black mirror scrying half day, half night autumn equinox fall is here light the hearth hold me tight
in the cold and dreary twilight a vicious wind blows do i hear a howl or scream coming far from the isle of sky fata morganna, banshee or spry i pull my tartan tight around samhain night has fallen i fear the fae appear