samhain

samhain

deep, deeper down

the soul spirals

quiet, still sure

folding to the earth

this year is dark and done

paused, renewal waits bright

gilding the edges

in flame and in song

our beloved dead, hold space

seeds, tough-shelled

lie warm and snug-soft

germination, soundless and potent

nothing passes, that will not return

moon-clad in gratitude

we pause, for the threshold