Mabon Poem
Now is the time to reap your reward,
As we celebrate the last dance of the Lord,
Light and dark balanced on an ear of wheat,
As the last grain signals the harvest complete.
Autumn's tide has reached its height,
Now is time we welcome the night,
Reflect on your strength as the light is waning,
And the hours of darkness are now gaining.
Give praise to the Earth Mother,
As She dons her wintry cloak,
As her tears fall , the earth will soak.
Blessed Mabon!
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