A TIME OF MAGIC.
Scents of woodsmoke and compost fill the air.
Samhain is close.
The Celts divided the year into two parts…the light and the dark.
Samhain is the crossover point into the dark.
One of my favourite reads at this time of the year.
Poetry is like that…it can be turned over again and again, extracted from the past into the present and enjoyed afresh.
In Ireland the Tribes gathered for Samhain, at…
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