Mabon Poem by grace mariner

Tonight we dance among the scattered leaves.
Their colorful cloaks enchant the eye, the richness
of their crackle and crunch delights the ear.
Harvests end has arrived!
The sower has reaped their bounty and like the sun,
may rest as the Mother lays dormant.
We shall sustain from Her bounty as the wheel proceeds
as it has always done.
So tonight, we give our thanks for the harvest and bid
the Mother rest well.
We look at the seeds we've sown as the wheel winds down,
and express gratitude to all who nurtured our growth.