A Collection of W ork from Demetrie I began writing these poems in 1996. There's no way I can really explain the vision. I love October and the entire idea of the Harvest season. I love the dark romantic mystery of the Last Harvest, Samhain, or All Hallow's Eve. In my mind, these seasons are personified. Autumn and Spring are female, Winter and Summer are male. Each season has three sons and three daughters, all named as the months. Autumn, or Demeter, has three daughters. I call the September, October, and November. Each daughter and son sleeps until the time to awaken. The one before touches the shoulder of the one after, and they arise, and walk, preparing the earth for the continuation of the turning of the Great Wheel. October is my favorite. Perhaps she is Persephone, who has to pass through Samhain and dwell in the cold darkness until Spring brings her back again. Demeter refuses to honor the harvest until that time has come, until her daughter is returned to her in Spring. Then the earth is full again and yields life, until the time of Samhain again, when the veil is the most thin, when the Shadows are the closest to this realm, right before the frost of Winter rises. So I write to Autumn, to October, and her two Sisters, September and November, whom I also love. It is the most romantic and mystical time to me....
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W ith Reverence
approach the
Alter of Seasons
P lease visit in quiet or while listening to your most inspirational music.
W hisper your prayers Your fondest heart wishes. She will hear you. The Universe will hear you.
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