Let the darkness of the longest night hold me,
Let the peace of the Winter Earth enfold me,
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.