Omg omg omg! IT IS SO LATE! I am so sorry!!!

An orange and red candle is lit.
Dresses of orange, copper, and brown.
On this Mabon day that hit.
There won't be a single frown.

Flowers go away for spring.
Sounds of birds all around.
The raven returns with my thing.
From the gods, it make no sound.

Sugar sweets with leaves.
Knitting new clothes and a mit.
With my new weaves.
Heading back with my candle lit.

Candles of red, copper, and yellow.
Along with brown and black.
Saying hi to every fellow.
I can't wait for my raven to be back.

The frost is on grass tops.
Ready for samhain I get my goods.
Collecting my crops.
And making my hoods.

Putting seeds in a candle fire.
Making sweets.
It isn't dire.
The bird tweets.

My raven is here again, a reply.
Blessings for a winter and sand.
They won't comply.
I'll never make it to the SummerLand.

Not before Mabon, at least.
I start to give a letter to them.
As it heads east.
Into the setting sun, a beautiful gem.