The smell of wet leaves and dew always reminds me that the Autumnal Equinox or Mabon is not far away. The days are now divided equally between day and night. It’s a time to give thanks to the waning sunlight. This is a time of balance when I enjoy the fruits of my personal harvests. The seeds I planted in spring have now come to fruition. I recognize my successes and let go of the things that did not serve me well the last twelve months. As the Wheel of the year ends, I set my intentions to end terrible relationships. I let go of unhealthy habits or self-destructive beliefs.
twilight rain lingers cooling dark forest shadows the sweet goddess chants a symphony of death dreams... the scent of crushed rose petals © Colleen M. Chesebro

Magical Mabon… Happy New Year
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Happy Mabon, Sis! It’s a magical time of year, for sure. ❤
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I love the smell of wet leaves and dew.
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It’s a haunting smell. It always make me think of death and the end of year… hence the smell of roses.
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Interesting. I associate the smell with school.
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Of course! That makes sense. I remember the start of school with the wet leaf musk too. ❤️
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This is definitely a special time of year. The last two lines are so evocative.
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Thanks, Merril. It’s so beautiful here in Michigan right now. I’m loving the changing of the season. So different from out west. 😍❤️
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That’s a beautiful evocation of the season Colleen. I’m really noticing the changes in the light. (K)
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Kerfe, you’re back! The light (and the temperatures) have really changed the last couple of weeks. It’s more what I remember growing up In Wisconsin. Michigan feels like home. ❤️
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That’s good news. My brother and his wife just moved back to Ohio from North Carolina. My sister in law says the smells are different and comforting in the north, just as she remembers them
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So true. Smell is so important in the triggering of memories. I’ve heard people say the Ohio has a specific smell to it. 🤷🏼♀️
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I love this time of the year, Colleen! It’s pure magic. ❤️
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Oh my goodness! Yes! Everywhere I look there’s something else that catches my eye. 😍
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Me too!
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Beautifully evoked Sis. Happy Mabon ❤
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Thank you! Happy Mabon, Sis. September 22nd… the first day of Autumn. It’s almost here. ❤
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Already feeling like autumn here 🙂 ❤
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Same here… but, we’ve got some heat and humidity moving back in. This is just like Wisconsin. I love Michigan. We’re very happy here. ❤
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Glad you found your home ❤
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Thanks, Sis. ❤
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Gorgeous poem, loved the senses it invokes.
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Thanks, Jude. I love Autumn. The temperatures cool and the leaves change colors. It’s a good time for reflection. ❤️
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