A Withering Winter, No More.

© 2003, Foxy!


Where spring's light falls on a world of snow,
And below our feet new life doth grow.
Where icicles melt and frost does fade;
As we wave farewell to winter's shade.

In the fields come lambs, new life a'born,
And trees no longer, branches bare, lifeless, forlorn.
Where before, snowbound tracks left echoes of our path,
Now spring rains doth fall, lifting Yule's cold wrath.

The first snowdrops break through the frost soaked earth,
at the wonder we feel, at the Godess' rebirth.
A gentle festival, with which to welcome Winter's retreat,
Eight candles to honor her, the ceremony complete.

Whilst down my cheeks tears of joy doth run,
For our world, renewed by the warmth of spring's sun.
To the children who play under a mother's warm gaze,
Now awaits a new season and the length'ning of days.