I Think Yule Like This

Solstice Day

When darkness falls across the sky,
upon the longest night.
The whisper of the gentle breeze,
assures me it's alright.

"Within this dark and quiet womb,
the light begins to grow."
These words the wind did send to me,
Across the silent snow.

And so I stood upon the hill,
before the fire bright,
To wait and watch for golden rays,
The first return of light.

Across the sky of early morn the light did slowly
start to play.
And warmth and joy did fill my heart,
Upon that solstice day.

Sweet Dreams are made of these

Night in the Wild

In the arms of the mountain I lay down my head

In the heart if the Goddess I make up my bed.

The wind in the branches, the stream in the field,

The birds in the air, quiet, rest as day yields.

This balance of forces, of earth, wind, and air,

This land that is sanctum to doe, stag, and bear,

Away from the hustle and bustle of day,

Forever my soul and my heart long to stay.