Mabon - Praise to the Second Harvest

Updated on September 21, 2017
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Pagan Poetry is a specialty of mine - I have a website called TheGypsyThread with more of my work.

Alas, ‘tis the time whenst days grow cold,

Nights even colder

The Goddess surrounds herself

With the last life of summer

As the Great Sun God, sails westerly

To the lands of enchantment

Waiting and remembering

Until rebirth begins

The chill a reminder

As the land prepares itself

Coaxing fruits to ripen

Seeds to open and drop

Hours of day equate hours of night

The cold riding upon the wind

A precursor of the coming winter

Growth begins to wilt

Leaves began to fall

Not and end, but a dormancy

For without death

We cannot experience rebirth

And spring cannot occur

Without this second harvest

© 2017 Ralph Schwartz


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    Louise Powles 6 weeks ago from Norfolk, England

    That's a lovely poem. Yes, I love the ending too.

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    Gypsy Rose Lee 2 months ago from Riga, Latvia

    Most wonderful poetry full of hope. Love the ending.

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    Dora Weithers 2 months ago from The Caribbean

    Your last four lines make a memorable quote, a powerful sermon, an expression of universal truth. Altogether, an excellent piece.

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    Threekeys 2 months ago from Australia

    A warmth in the poem that is reflected in the warmth of that beautiful image. Thank you Ralph.