Winter Solstice At New Grange

WINTER SOLSTICE AT NEW GRANGE Sun seems to have gone away - Light bonfires! Pray she will return! Our calls to her rise with the burn: Winter solstice the darkest day. Our hearts at New Grange will fill: Trees evergreen are cut for scent; Dancing and singing with energy pent; Warding off this dark day’s chill. Mark the path scant ray has found - Only in this, the shortest daylight, A dawn hardly changed from night, In long dim passages underground. The pale ray tells this day is worst, Buried ‘neath our secret mound Built in strongest fortress round - But tomorrow will be the first Of better days when wine and meat And proud bronzed brooches Shining as the light approaches Will cheer the clans to dance and eat. ........................................................... Poem about Celtic Winter Solstice Holy Day for Deborah Guzzi's competition.