Mabon

Autumn- Let us go and gather the grapes of the vineyard for the winepress, and keep the wine in old vases, as the spirit keeps Knowledge of the Ages in eternal vessels. Let us return to our dwelling, for the wind has caused the yellow leaves to fall and shroud the withering flowers that whisper elegy to Summer. Come home, my eternal sweetheart, for the birds have made pilgrimage to warmth and left the chilled prairies suffering pangs of solitude. The jasmine and myrtle have no more tears. Let us retreat, for the tired brook has ceased its song; and the bubblesome springs are drained of their copious weeping; and the cautious old hills have stored away their colorful garments. Come my beloved; Nature is justly weary and is bidding her enthusiasm farewell with quiet and contented melody.

by Kahlil Gibran

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^_^ very pretty.

very nice