September blows with its wind once more
A treacherous wind awakening the earth
And my senses.
The blinding light of summer fades
And my eyes can see better
The dust of summer blows away
And my skin can sense the world’s energy again.
The wind blows through my hair
Through my skin
And penetrates gently into my soul.
A reawakening of magick in me.
My soul hibernates in summer
When the colors of the world pale in my eyes
When the scorching light and heat
Make me insensible to the energy of the universe.
Oh gentle September wind,
My awakener
Herald of the return of life and color and sense
And soul…
Gentle September wind I cast a prayer to you
A silent hymn of thanks
For returning life and magick to me.

Amergin

Amergin’s Challenge
I am a wind across the sea
I am a flood across the plain
I am the roar of the tides
I am a stag* of seven (pair) tines
I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun
I am the fierceness of boars*
I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff
I am a height of poetry (magical skill)
I am the most beautiful among flowers
I am the salmon* of wisdom
Who (but I) is both the tree and the lightning strikes it
Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn
I am the queen of every hive
I am the fire on every hill
I am the shield over every head
I am the spear of battle
I am the ninth* wave of eternal return
I am the grave of every vain hope
Who knows the path of the sun, the periods of the moon
Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea,
sets in order the mountains. the rivers, the people.