In the dark cavern of December,
winter arrives and beckons us
to sit upon its stone cold throne,
circled by hibernating bats
and long toothed spikes of ice.
Shining with the rising sun,
Jack leaves his sparkly signature
on each blade of silvery grass.
Let us pull on our warmest coat,
behold winter’s skeletal trees,
glimpse the red, lean hungry fox,
here, then gone in a flash,
like a sudden snuffed out flame.
With the slow return to light,
let us bless Hestia, Divine Spark,
Goddess of the Sacred Fire.
As Cock Robin and Jenny Wren
swap winter’s feathery crown,
so the Holly King bows his head,
defeated at winter solstice
by the Oak King who rises tall.
With spring in the belly of winter,
let us welcome the swelling of
December’s pregnant darkness.
In woodlands woven with webs,
winter with its wicked wrath
cannot stop the Christmas bells,
nor evergreen circles of life,
placed merrily upon thresholds.
Where shadow and light meet,
all magick is made possible,
as we reach the gate of the year.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2019
Dear Poets & Dreamers, Thank you so much for all your inspiration and support throughout 2019! Here’s a link to Welcome Mother Light last year’s Winter Solstice poem and is where my “Poetry of the Year” series began.
See you in 2020 with my new book (hopefully!) which will include this latest series. With all best wishes for a happy, healthy, and peaceful New Year. Warm & wild blessings, Deborah.