The sting of freezing rain
on naked flesh
awakens the heat of the blood.
The jet black clouds
of a moonless sky
reveal the light
of a flickering flame.
The whisper of the wet wind
through the crinkle of dry leaves
speaks volumes
about the kaleidescope wildflowers
and soaring birdsong
of Spring.
This is Samhain
the end of Summer
the long walk
through grey days
and indigo nights
as the light fades
and the air chills
and we remember
those who have fallen
in seasons past
and we remember
that we too
will one day
crumble and tumble
like so many leaves
falling through the cool air
receiving their final kiss
from the rains of Samhain.