Aspects of Yule
Time of deepest darkness
The God is born anew
Seedling in the frozen earth
Awaiting springtime dew.
The ground, an icy wasteland,
Though neighbors hearts are warm
We share our goods with everyone
So no one comes to harm.
Snow lies on her shoulders
Frosted mantle for her hair
Winter's Queen is giving birth
The Goddess, always there
The sun is growing brighter.
It happens every year
Promising return of light
For sod and oak and deer
Stag King, his mighty antlers
Rising from a drift
Leaps for the hunter’s arrow
Just as strong and swift
He knows his time has ended
He is heading to the plain
Where joy caresses memory
Like softly summer rain
New fawn takes his first step,
The buck he will become.
After the time of knowing
A new year has begun.
--Zaratyst
January, 1997
Copyright © 1997, Zaratyst
