Browning sunset, lays golden shadows through the <br />Times of the mysteries, Mabon I feel you here <br />Day and night equals itself to my arrival to your throne <br />New age eroticism scorns my autumn fallen bed <br />My hood elopes and let escape the virtuous smirk <br />Chaste to the this land to my protector <br />I visit you once again, always wanting, wanting <br />I want to honour this seasonal broken land <br />My gift is my soul and my soul is my life <br />My happy emotions are bottled and brewed for ripening <br />You are the farmer, I am the creation and the beneficiary <br />Impending darkness waning sunlight you set the tone <br />Dear god of the forest I offer you my cider <br />To share with the ageing goddess as I strip from the corruption <br />Aging deities and the spirit world voyeur on this occasion <br />Green man, tonight I am yours, and this plate is your poison <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Pamela James-Blackwood 2007<br /><br />Pamela James Blackwood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-god/
