Dusk in Autumn 2026

DUSK IN AUTUMN 2026

The moon is like a scimitar,

A little silver scimitar,

A-drifting down the sky.

And near beside it is a star,

A timid twinkling golden star,

That watches like an eye.

And thro’ the nursery window-pane

The witches have a fire again,

Just like the ones we make,—

And now I know they’re having tea,

I wish they’d give a cup to me,

With witches’ currant cake.

- Sara Teasdale

Black tea, currant cake, mandrake root, a whirl of dried leaves, and hearthsmoke.