IN THE LIGHT OF NOVEMBER MOON

by

Stephen Craig Rowe

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     Introduction:  In olden times some north country people only knew two seasons.  The season of light and the season of dark.  Samhain is an Irish word for the space between seasons when the harvest is done, stores laid up for the winter and summer is put to rest.  In the light of November moon there were celebrations of thanks, rememberance, and a fare thee well to the season of light, for those who parted, and in Grace gained the will to go on.

IN THE LIGHT OF NOVEMBER MOON

Long shadows grow swift

late afternoon

winds chill

as

bright sun sinks

and

sky struck rays

shaft through

trees,

left lone with few leaves

fingers

trace the sunset long shadow

then

the all too early

dusk

and

dark

become

A familiar cold time

 turn up the collar,

Face away from the winds

walk into the shadow

step out of the warm home

and

Gaze in awe

with the sky

In The Light Of

November Moon.

As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe 

I BHFIANAISE NA SAMHAIN GEALACH

Scathanna fhas tapidh Fada

Denach trathona

West chill

6

Sinks grian geal

Agus

Speir ghathanna bhuail

Trid an seafta

Crainn,

Chile' gonaracha Le duilleoga beag

mhe'ara

Lorgfaoisca'th E'agtha fada

ansin

An vile ro'-luath

dusk

agus

Dorcha

Teacht chun bheith

A am familiar fuar

dul suas an collar,

Aghaidhe ar shiu'l o' na west

Siu'id isteach faoi sca'th

Ce'im amach an bhaile te

agus

Gaze i awe

leis an speir

I bhfinaise na

Gealach Samhain