Mabon, by Yvonne Aburrow
A salmon leapt from the river's dark depths
A bright flash of silver in the sunlight
A hawk wheeled in the eye of the sun
His shadow moved on the ancient green mound
A fox gleamed russet in the margin of the forest
His eyes glinted in the twilight realm
A maiden sitting silent held
Two crossed swords, the equinoctial balance
A man sat musing by a deep pool
His clever fingers plucking the strings of a harp
Chained by one ankle to the rock
Yet he smiled, as one who slips the bonds of time.