Mabon 2001 Newsletter Mabon

Then came the autumne, all in yellow clad,
As though he joy'd in his plenteous store,
Laden with fruits that made him laugh, full glad
That he had banished hinger, which tofore
Had by the belly oft him pinched sore;
Upo his head a wreath that was enrol'd
With ears of corne of every sort, he bore,
And in his hand a sickle did he holde,
To reape the ripened fruit that which the earth had yold.
(Spencer)

Mabon, the time of the Autumn Equinox, the time when, for a moment, the world stands still. It is the time of the second harvest, of thanksgiving and rest.

The sun is now slowly dying, and will soon retire to the underworld for his winter rest, until he is reborn at the Winter Solstice.

You should soon be witnessing the world around you changing colour, as the leaves on the deciduous trees prepare to shed their summer skins.

Harvest

   Glowing scene!
Nature's long holiday! Luxuriant - rich
In her proud progeny, she smiling marks
Their graces, now mature, and wonder fraught!
Hail! Season exquisite! - and hail ye sons
Of rural toil! - ye blooming daughters ye
Who, in the lap of hardy labor rear'd
Enjoy the mind unspotted.
Mary Robinson