Today is the Autumn Equinox, which I refer to as Alban Elfed. So currently Damh the Bard is playing in the background and I am curled up on the couch with a blanket, crocheting. Later there will be baking, wine and candlelight.
This fecund mistress of the Summer Lord Lies in her bower of oak, but finds no rest. With heaving belly, ripe as fleshy gourd, She toils alone to bring her true harvest. Thick hair of golden corn goes dull with sweat, Her leaf green gown turns red with blood’s bright stain. But eyes of acorn … More Autumn