She shimmers silver between thickened clouds
in February winter's wind, portent
She tells of snow before the season's end,
whilst Pagan voices sing out loud and proud.
The circle cast to manifest our rite
O Mother moon in this our sacred space
pray lend your power in your wise embrace
O Cerridwen, the goddess of the night
The moon in fullness shrouded in a mist
as crystal flakes begin to flutter down
and once more Earth will wear her winter's gown
as moonbows form where Lord and Lady kissed.
In winter's silver light, her words are clear
there is so much work still to be done here.
Amid the cold and icy winds of snow
their hunger howls outside where prey is short
the hunters call to the moon for support,
as packs still gather in her lunar glow.
In depths of Winter when the winds still blow
my Celtic kin revel as Gods' consort
around the fires of ancient tribal court
with wine and song their stories freely flow.
So shines the Full Wolf Moon across the sky
to light the Hunters' path as witches fly
The answer sought when howling their lament.
when first full Moon each year is gleaming high
the wheel is turning from the Winter's cry
and Spring shall bring an ease to its torment.