Samhain

Once a holiday full of vast traditions,

celebrated by Celtic Pagans.

The veil between the living and dead thins,

as celebrations go on, the dancing begins.

Fires roar to life as the flames dance-

with the air, who sways with the trees.

It marks the end of the harvest season,

and welcomes the beginning of icy winter.

This liminal time was one of warmth,

though in the eighteenth century,

the day of Samhain, too, was All Saints Day.

Soon the traditions of Samhain were whisked away,

and incorporated into All Saints Day.

The night before All Saints Day was-

named All Hallows Eves,

and like the changing seas,

it’s name soon switched to Halloween.

The holiday we all have seen,

as children paint their faces,

ready to trick or treat with the moon-

high in the sky, as we wish time would slow,

so we can enjoy this spooky holiday more.
 

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Poets note:

If any information is wrong, please inform me! I did a good amount of research, but some things could still be wrong or slightly incorrect.