Faeriefolk at Samhain

Samnhain is here now and all's gathered in,
the fruits are in store for the dark days ahead.
It's time now to celebrate all that is given
and thank Mother Nature for keeping us fed.

Faeries bring offerings, berries and grain,
offer them up to the spirits of earth.
This is the start of the Celtic New Year,
awaiting the Spring and a time of rebirth.

All must bring something, no matter how small.
Pixies and elven, goblins and gnomes
have all been collecting and gathering food
and cleaning the rooms in their small woodland homes.

For humans and faeriefolk have this in common:
all must remember to open their hearts,
filling the world with a spirit of thankfulness,
sharing the bounty before winter starts.

The first of November is when it all happens,
days are now shorter and getting quite dark;
no more is heard the quaint call of the cuckoo
but still we are thrilled by the song of the lark.

Watch with me now as the faeriefolk gather,
bringing their offerings into the glade.
Keep yourself hidden, these things are a secret,
humans must stay very much in the shade.

There stands the wizard, ancient and noble,
here come the faeriefolk, hear them intone,
each of them making their annual pilgrimage,
each of them making their gratitude known.

Thanksgiving over they'll stay for festitities,
wishing each other a Happy Samhain,
drinking a toast to the spirits of ancestors,
those who have brought them success once again.

© 2002