Farewell Blessings

Don't cry Mother,
I see your tears in the leaves
as they fall.

You have to go, don't you -
I can see your trees
standing tired & bare,

You're growing old, from a
young spring to this
beautiful golden red
and orange autumnal
krone.

What was once an aire
so sweet with cherry &
lilac and lavender,
now so rich and beautiful,
a loamy ground now covered
in the quilt of colors you
make every year for Samhain.

Dear Mother, Sweet Goddess Mother,
you've come so far, from
waxing love, to full life,
and now to weaning age,
it is only normal; sweet Mother...

Soon, you too will die, your
trees will grow cold and quiet,
your petals closed and unflowered,
the lang covered in white cleansing
snow,
the sun will go a little cold -

But fret not, sweet beautiful Mother,
all hope is surely not lost -
even as your death saddens us,
we know how soon a new breath
of life will be breathed into you;

We know how soon you will be
young and sensual, and
fruitful you will be
again...

Sweet Mother, dear Goddess Mother,
it's nigh time for you to die,
oh Mother, Autumnal Mother,
I now breathe this year's
goodbye.