Winter Solstice Eve

The ox falls, his ransom showers the snow.

Ice drips the rhythm of Gaia’s lullaby.

The shawl of the winter priest crackles and snaps

as the scent of pine rises from the bonfire.

This is the fire dance of turning time

blessed by the moon and the raven’s gift.

The winter wren sings his love song

for the golden apple of the sun.

The head of Divine Child glows

with the light of two thousand suns.