Midwinter is here once more
a chill night air rests at the door
and though the woods still seem the same
the sacred grove and honey lane
upon the air .... a'light and sweet
the newness of each moment greets
your feet that pull your heart along
through shadow to the mighty Sun
and for whatever may grow, or fall, or pass
as time takes wisdom in his glass
the Sun returned'll give light to all
bringing deep warmth to the heart of your world
and may merry hearts hear loud now the call
'may we next merry meet …
