The turning point is upon us.
Great Trilithon‘s smooth flat face looks towards
The winter sun, which
Will become stronger and
The days become longer as
We celebrate rebirth.
Yule.
The sun stands still, its shadow
Barely changes.
Sun dials seem static as
The solstice draws near.
Low, low orb in the darkening skies.
The darkest time, black,
Black.
Eat, drink, make love, carouse,
Slaughter cattle, feast,
Quaff the new-fermented wine.
Light the candles for
The sun’s winter sleep.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Cleanse the house of evil spirits,
Look out for Loki’s mistletoe,
An arrow in the heart and
Tears become berries,
Symbol of love as life returns.
Every ending a
New beginning.
Polly Robinson © 2012
