The land is cold, the sky is dark,
As Winter comes our way.
With Samhain past, the Crone is here.
A time of darker days.
For our lady has her burden now,
A Mother soon she'll be.
As Earth's life cycle turns again,
Our Lord a baern will be.
As Yule comes 'round, the trees turn gold,
And soon they will be bare.
But in our hearts a kindled flame,
For all that passed this year.
We cast our circles, light our flames,
Offerings to the One,
To Bless this space, our spell, our prayer,
Our promise to harm none.
And in they come all five of them,
To bless us wth their power.
And when we're done we thank each one,
Spirit, Earth, Air, Water and Fire.
For the magick is all around us,
In every earth-bound thing.
The Rivers, trees and the mountains,
The light we hold within.
And so my brothers and sisters,
Though we're all far apart,
Their light binds us all together.
Blessed be and Merry part.
