winter pounces
sinking its fangs into the gentle flesh of the earth,
paralyzing it.
frozen.
the world grinds to a halt
the north wind flies unleashed,
howling fury.
the God is dead.
given up his life in the last harvest.
the Goddess stands alone
mourning his passing with every moon
awaiting the return of the Sun Lord
with the gentle coming of spring.

To those who celebrate Yule, enjoy

Love & Light xx

PS. Blog post coming later … still working and trying to find time to write