Our group decided to do a celebration of bread, each of us is bring different fancy breads and we will prepare a corn dolly. The full out feast we save for Mabon. This is the first stirring of harvest and the whisper of the death of things just as Imbolic is the whisper of life.
I love the three Autumn festivals as the season progresses through fall. The fluid beauty of life is what strikes me. This is a poem by Carl Sandberg called, Autumn Movement.
" Autumn Movement
I cried over the beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
The North West Wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come on the first spit of snow on the North West Wind, and the old things go, not one lasts. "