A Winter Solstice.
The wind roars like an unruly sea
on the hill above and below:
the axis of solstice pivots the planet.
The solstice is cast upon the earth
now the spectres are abroad
the druids are chanting and walking in rings
saying longer days to come we'll see
and longer days are to come.
They are renowned for astute prophesy.
She left when she should have stayed.
Sun and ice are stirred with sticks
the solstice spins the winter will.
Now she is gone so what do we do?
We live and we'll live as we must.
She is gone and we live as we must.
The druids are chanting and walking in rings
we live as we must and the days will be long
until she returns until she returns.
The robin turns with his scarlet breast
and roos like sentries gaze with intent
the ends of a rainbow they came and went.
We live by the warmth of the fire within
it glows against the winter chill
it glows, so it glows, upon the hill.
Sun and ice are stirred with sticks
the solstice spins the winter will.
