Trees stripped to bare grey bone
Skies rain-blurred
Sun’s fire drained away
Sleeping
Sharp chill of damp air
Stings skin awake
At pale morning
At soft violet dusk
Night comes early
Grants gift of secrecy
Veils all in the cloak
Of the Dark Goddess
Unseen and silent
Life returns Earthwards
Asking Her protection
Waiting
Winter is a journey
Precious to the soul
Quiet as Earth
Deep as the eyes of the Horned One
