Yule

In the inner circle
Below the winter sky
Its the ritual of the ancients
Where We all, ask ourselves why
The light reflective mica
In the sarsens overhead
Shines like stars perhaps from Mars
Yes Mars is what I said

We celebrate the solstice
The shortest day the longest night
The sun is at it’s lowest point
At noon it does invite
the great wheel it is turning
Giving, rebirth energy
The white goddess she is
With us
helping us to be

In a few days with our families
We shall sit beside our fire
The Yule log in the stove no doubt
The flamelets licking higher
The chestnuts and the evergreens
The holly maybe too
And we Can look out at the fields
And write an ode or two

It’s good to be here let me say
To warm each other, we
Expel our breath and wonder
Whether we shall see
A better year ahead of us
At Imbolc we again
Possibly we will meet up
And share a sweet refrain