Solstice of the year

                                                Solstice of the Year

                                                        1/14/11



The sun breaks the horizon, on the most special of dawns,
                              The harvest is over, winters still sleep is here.
Light the fire now, bring your selected offering to the old Gods,
                               To the old flat, mossy rock by the Oak tree,
Down the winding path through the trees to the clearing, a secret glade.

Over the singular pointed rock standing by itself the rising sun balances,
                                Is it now suspended by magic, miracle or both?
The fire leaps, dances and crackles in the simple joy of being alive,
                                 Bringing the warmth and light to life,
Banish the cold and dark for a while, as nature slumbers on to spring.

Gather around the fire, a crown of holly wrought with berries of red.
                                  Pass the ale and food around to all who want.
Keep the wolves of doubt and trouble at bay, today is a celebration.
                                  The days will grow longer now, and life will renew,
Put more logs on the fire, burn it bright, and start the dance...