By Athena Marie
When the dry leaves of Autumn surround my feet
I smell incense burn in the back of my mind
I remember the long nights, flickering candles, oils and brews
I remember the magick of the harvest moon
She is there in the sky, waiting still
She beckons me with her light
To myself she invites me to return
As the trees shed their leaves in anticipation for the cold
I too must shed what must be let go
I feel the hand of the crone upon my arm
It is time, she says, It is time I must return
I must return to the circle deep in the woods
I must return to the warmth of my guide
The Goddess waits in the purity of Truth
To hold me again, to comfort me again
To remind me just how precious I am
She wants to remind me of the power I possess
And the importance of walking in harmony with the earth
All these things I once held dear
But somehow forgot with the arrival of fear
Now it is time, I must let it die
For Fall has arrived and love has come
I must let go of my need to escape
And the illusion that says I must run.
