Let the darkness of the longest night hold me,

Let the peace of the Winter Earth enfold me,

Gently,

In silence,

Resting in the embrace of soil,

On a bed of fallen leaves,

My Mother, sleeping, breathes.

 

Free my mind of restlessness,

Show me not what tomorrow will bring,

As I lay in this moment of stillness,

In complete and utter acceptance I sing.

 

I hear the melody of a year in whispered voices,

Let not my thoughts of the past be clouded,

With wishes and future choices,

Only this moment,

And my honouring of a year nearly gone,

In harmony with the Sun,

And Winter’s sweet, sweet song.