Celebrate The Solstice
The sun, in
each successive arc, Leaves us with increasing dark.
Shadows
lengthen, dawn comes late, the gloom of dusk does not abate.
The Hunter rules the sky at night,
with Sirius behind, to bite
Celene, once
low in summer sky, now towers loftily on high.
The slow rotation of our sphere,
denies us hours of day each year.
Ancients marked this aberration,
while they noted the position
of the Golden Orb each day and
watched it as it crept away.
The Solstice, long anticipated,
and most eagerly awaited,
by the worshipers of pall, whose
rituals do now enthrall,
those who
proclaim the Saviors birth, and sing and pray for peace on
Earth.
A pagan feast has now been
claimed, by priest and scribe and those ordained
to lead their flock in joyful
praise, and drive all fear and doubt aways.
They cast the merchants to the
fire, and those who promulgate desire,
to fill their coffers with bright
gold and slash the price of goods unsold.
How strange the Winterset has come
- the long, cold nights with digits numb.
The New Year should by rights,
begin, at nadir of the solar spin.
The wise
ones would have had it so, but wisdom isn't always right,you
know.
So celebrate
the Solstice done, for each new day will bring more sun.
Helios will resume his course, and
show again his awesome force.
Drive out the
cold and cruel frost - awake the greenery once lost.
Cheer on the
slow returning light, with mead and ale - and dance tonight!
Let not the chill of winter
harm - stoke well the fire and keep you warm.