Smoke, I bid thee
to the winds
to the heavens
as these offerings to spirits and ancestors, all
Liquid splashing down to the earth
libations for the presence of aerial and earthly gods
to this late harvest rite.
As the dawning of the blood and amber draw near
moving away from the sun
the earth, in her darkening embrace
Shall we light our fires
to remind us of the eternal flame
that burns long and bright.
Autumn’s days are an awakening
for hers is the hour of twilight
the shadowed borealis
that lies between space and form
Shine for us this night
as we draw forth – with soul food
to honor the twilight of the universe
the time, in-between the shadows
the shallowing of the veil draws near.