The Season of Witches

Around the table we feast, Of meat, pies, and bread of yeast. The change of season is here, The Witching Hour draws near. When there is a chill in the air, Ancestors wisdom is shared. As the veil begins to thin, Power manifests within. As Samhain encircles us, Ending a year most robust. Yule logs that are set a blazed, The time is set for new days. ‘‘Tis the Season of Witches