An exclusive poem for PaganPagesOrg by Mabh Savage celebrating the last heady days of Summer before the Autumn Equinox and the final harvests, via the wanderings of a lone witch.     I say hi to the crows Perched on slate roofs Raucously gossiping   I admire the bees Purposeful in purple Claiming the lavender I dodge the ants Single minded march Carrying more than I   I nod to the magpies Superstition on wings Black and white made grey   I shiver in the breeze Late summer caress A promise of fall (But someone to catch)   I sigh in the sun Warm honey-pour bright The last, loving light…