Crowning Crone

Northern realms prepare for
a time of inward contemplation.
Leaves turn from green
to golden, crimson, and dusty brown.
Geese fly to warmer climes;
food is stored;
sustained warmth is planned;
and cold winds howl through frozen snows.

Raven stands guard over it all,
watching winter come from all.
Crone stands with this guide,
in rooted power and selfless pride.

She holds her space
in the midst of chaos,
and laughs from the depths
of deepest darkness.
Knowing she embraces and embodies
the eternal Circle
that connects us all.

Autumn

Seeds planted in the Spring
sleep beneath a blanket of Earth
dreaming of coming bounty

Slowly they waken
stretching their arms to the Sun
releasing their potential to the World

Goddess Crone cradles the crops in her arms
Holding them in preparation for the goodness of the harvest

Days shorten and Summer wanes
Her hair becomes unkempt
She opens her arms in eternal Embrace
Loosening the fields to ripen to golden beauty
The orchards to grow to fruition

She unbinds her hair
Relinquishes her hold on previously unseen hues
Filling fields with crimson-gold, carnelian and scarlet
Until it's time to gather her bounty into our larders
Giving thanks for the goodness
And holding vigil in our lairs through the Dark of Winter

Dark of Winter

I watched the snow fall down today,
Blow across the fields of grey,
Block the sun from shining in the sky.
It's the dark of winter.

I dreamed a dream of spring today,
Snowy fields had gone away,
Bright blue skies, flowers and butterflies.
But it's still the dark of winter.


We all walk this Spiral Dance.
We all harvest what we plant.
Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter-rest.
Spring comes around, and we start again.


I dreamed a dream of summertime,
When temperatures start to climb,
Without a single cloud in the sky.
That's when I'll dream of winter.