Today is Mabon Eve.
Or perhaps you call it
the first day of Autumn.
Got to thinking when
it was that I fell in love
with eves. 'Twas my
parents . . .
They always celebrated
the eves of all holidays.
Mom used to say eves
were intimate gatherings
for the fam; the actual
days for eating. I like it!
The quiet evenings,
the gentle celebrations,
the expectations for the
morrow. All precious.
Alas, Fall isn't my favest
time of year, but 'tis ever
so wondrous to be alive!
Happy Mabon!