Winter Solstice

Have you ever wondered where it all began The rituals marked among the Celtic clans? Look into the past and they are found This day is when the sun would turn around For when darkest days of winter fell upon The Pagans found a way to carry on And through the years traditions tumbled down For this is when the world now turns around There are fables told and many customs formed Of the apples pressed and wassail spices warmed With toasts regaled when snow skimmed off the ground This day was when light would turn around There are moments keen with memory as bright as fire And woven wreaths would halt all spirits dire While Pagan songs across the land resounded For this was when the sun would turn around A Yule log fire would burn for twelve dark winter days And ashes kept to bless the next year on its way Reverse 'o time, as ebbing days were found This is where the sun would turn around They would meditate and dance among the trees And hide their faces, chant with chivalry The radiant light would stretch the day with crowns This is where the sun would turn around This is where the past now comes undone Reverse earth's darkness with the golden sun This is where old legends come unwound This is when the light would turn around ________________________________________ For Cyndi's Contest: Seasons of Light