Song of the Mabon Goddess
Slowly, slowly she walks at dusk
Through village streets,
Serene in her deep red gown.
On every door she leaves behind
Ears of corn,
Kernels light as apple blossom,
Dark as decy.
Dusk deepens: her gown grows black.
Her hair is crowned with spiderwebs
That shine like stars.
Sweet is the savor of harvest
As night gains ground on day.
Take this blessing, friend, lover, kin:
Join hands with those who will warm you
As cold and dark draw in.
Author ~ Cait Johnson
From "Witch in the Kitchen"
Magical Cooking for All Seasons
