A Winter's Solstice

Oh here we see the stark reminder,
Of winter’s lonely solstice
The twisted bend of wooded friends,
Stretching out their silent sigh

Whitened landscape, in contrasted shadows,
With pale glow of crescent moon

And all beheld in naked wonder,
This quite whisper of natures slumber

For gazing into the great beyond,
We cry the mists of avalon
And with a hush,
The stillness sought,
The hour of the owl’s arrival

With evening’s Yule,
Past and gone,
The spell of druid song,
Remains an aura of astral realms,
As a balefire burn’s quite brightly