Halloween is near and not a decoration is up
Slacked off this year and taking in the energy
Life has me tapped out, not very festive
But Samhain is my time of year
My witchcraft has never been traditional
magic of the mind and spirit
Not big on rituals and not big on festivals
except for Halloween, that was always the night
But this year Halloween feels hollow
But I will make the best
Writing this poem with intuition and soul
Letting the night speak to me, giving me the words
The Crow plays on TV as our one annual ritual
Not very folkish, but it bonds our family
The decorations aren’t needed, as much as I love them
One thing I pride myself on this year, was not overconsuming
Buying new trinkets that will live in storage
Halloween is in the heart and in the mind
Its a way of life
Not in a store or piece of plastic
Before I sleep I will open my mind
And ask the spirits to come to me
and deliver their messages
This time of year I’m extra sensitive
To new words and intutition
The veil has thinned and I can feel some of them close by
Even in my lack of festivities they still come
Writing is a ritual in itself I realize as I write this
opening up to the veil is its own form of magic
Let the words flow as the spirits come in
Let the darkness surround me even with the lights on
I know my loved ones are near
I know all is not lost
The Spirit of Halloween has finally come
Though it was late and cold
Rain falls outside as my computer is my quill
typing in letters are my penstrokes
The Spirits are not limited by technology or tools
They come regardless
Waiting to be heard
Revealing their magic
But are you ready to receive it?
And let them show you the true night
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