🌜 The year has gone abed to sleep Beneath a blanket white and deep The fields are bare, the branches black The moon keeps watch and echoes back 🐇 Of every fire, and every flame Every whispered ancient name The old gods walk the frozen land With winter's silence in their hands ⭐She comes when nights are longest When the cold is at its strongest Wearing frost upon her hair Whispering curses in the air 🐺 She gathers fallen branches From the forest deep in trances Ties them with a strip of red And speaks the names of those long dead 🦉At midnight, she begins her rite Beneath the pale and vapored light She lays three stones beside the fire Then watches as the sparks rise higher 📜"Sleep now, seed, root and tree Dream beneath the darkened lea What is buried is not gone Winter waits for spring to dawn" 🦌The wind replies from hill to hill The woods grow dark, the world grows still And underneath the frozen ground The first small stirrings begin to sound 🦊Lo! winter is not death alone Nor darkness something to atone For it is the season underground Where hidden things are turning round 🧹And when the witch has gone away The fire burns until the day A single ember, red and bright Keeps its vigil through the night ☀️Through dark and blight and deepest light She waits in shadows for her rite The dawn of life will now begin The winter of the witch... Will come again © 2026 Groovy Monster. All rights reserved.
