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.

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.