Lughnasadh Haiku

I was sadly too busy to do much for this year’s Lughnasadh festivities. I wanted to attend a festival down in Clearwater…the place is called Greensong Grove…it’s a lovely sounding name for something seemingly…enchanted, don’t you think? Unfortunately I was unable to attend. But I did manage to create some poetry for the season:

Nontraditional, I decided to play with the traditional 5-7-5 count…

 

Looking up to the sky at
A full harvest moon
Cool, aglow this autumn night

Mists circle in, surrounding
Earth’s last summer song
Warm nights are now memories

The Hunter calls the Chosen
To this sacred grove
Children of seasons

The leaves–brown and gold and red
Signify the end
Of summer’s warmth and passion

Souls are drawn within, waiting
Keeping close to home
Till winter’s dying cycle

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