Celtic Circle - Samhain

Red Samhain (Ascension on the leaves)

Where was I then, how did I live all this time?
My days came and stepped on the glassy grass.
The pile of leaves flatly broke between those
Who believe that they know the truth about me
Through the foliage
Which crumbled from the dazzling rowan,
And the birch tree behind the window,
And the maple tree over the creek.
Like a bright flame of fire, like unquenchable language,
The rustle of leaves is never silent over my head
every day.

Where would you find colours if not here,
Where would you disappear if not in the Fall!
In early November, the souls of leaves are above the ground.
The winter will not touch them,
The whirlwinds of leaves blow away
All those who rushed into the fire,
All those who joined the dance,
Leaving the ashes behind.

In a whirlwind of leafy flame, in a fiery-red fox dance,
In the eternal wandering of a leaf, in brown, reddish and golden,
Shading upon the roofs, the towers, the cradles,
When I fly away, I will toss my wing as a farewell.

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