Harvest fires are burning
Upon the verdant hills
Pagans gather in Circles
Summoning their wills.

Leaves colored gaily
Spiral to the ground
Create a colorful carpet
As the Wheel turns round.

Smoke rises thickly
Drifts among the trees
Moon sails over head
Pleased by what she sees.

   Sprigs of oak and holly
Sheaves of corn and wheat
Signify abundance
Gathering time complete.

Hunting Lord is stalking
Deep wood, field, stream
Game harvest approaches
Stag are on the scene.

Departed pay a visit
Weaving plane to plane
Reminding that we, too
Will return again and again.