Beneath the Sun and Moon,
Rooted deep in Shadow,
Always reaching up to the Stars.
Rose thorns and Blackthorn wood for the Blood-Thorn Witch.
Tis the season, the veil is thinning.
Hello sweet October: How I’m elated to be with the chill in your air, the letting go of the leaves in your trees, and the quieting after the harvest season before the blanketing of snow.
This is our Waning Time. The thinning of the Veil and the season of remembrance. Like the trees we are to let go and let rest until the next promising bud of Spring.