Lughnasadh


The whisper of the summer breeze through the wheat
Sings softly as we walk up the to the hills
The drumbeat echoes in the evenings’ hush
As we steadily walk to play out the Goddesses will

Lughnasadh is the name given to August’s full moon
As we give thanks to Her for the harvest ahead
She has blessed the fields with abundant golden grain
So that we may have flour to bake our bread

We plait sheaves of wheat as we wait for the moon
Just like our Celtic forefathers once did long ago
We laugh and are merry as we count ourselves blessed
That we all are here to feel nature’s endless flow

The music is pure delight as we dance hand in hand
As the full moon rises over the hills in the east
The silvery light shines bright on our faces at last
Like a kiss from the sky to bless our Lughnasadh Feast



© Michelle-Catherine Hough 2007

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