Winter’s Price

Winter Crone

Bitter tears unspilled scorch the throat
Frozen anger burning, making me choke
Feeling bitter, cold, uncaring, tough,
I want to run, hide, give up – had enough.
Oh Child, child, can you not see –
Winter’s Beginning has a grasp upon thee
What you have been given in Summer and Spring
Has it’s Price that I am now exacting
The Crone whispers with Her knowing smile
Every year I forget Her Price for a while
She is the balance of Light and Energy,
Yet always Her Winter resides deep within me.
You are my Daughter; I am in your bones,
Your Heart and Mind thrum with the tones
Of Spring’s gentle opening, Summer’s passion;
Autumn’s subtle slowing – and Winter’s retraction.
Cold; darness; ice-
Winter’s call to pay the Gifts of Summer’s price
Like the roots in the earth digging deep
And creatures obeying the call for hibernation sleep-
You too feel the need to withdraw and retract:
To retreat from the world and from it exact
The price it pays for your love that you gave
No more will you want any souls to save
Now is the time for me to pay Winter’s Price:
Too much energy expended means I’m burning ice
No more energy to give – no more to restore
Like sap freezing in every tree’s core.
I am Winter; I am The Crone,
I am the dark night, cold, alone
Ask nothing of me for I am not for giving
I am the lesson learned of the pain of Living.
Know well the Price she asks is worth the paying;
She is not cruel but wise and knowing –
For we must take back energy to our own selves
Rest, think, contemplate for our Future’s wealth.
Yet ’tis hard for me as an emotional being,
I feel the Love I kindled leaving
As Winter’s depth bites at my mind
Just as the moon affects the sea’s tides.

 

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SAMHAIN

Hallowe’en, Samhain, the Witches’ New Year,

The veil ‘tween worlds almost dissolved,

Eerie Night fills some with trepidation and fear

But this time may see Mystery and Wisdom unfold.

In celebration do we honour our dead;

And warmly greet blessed ancestors,

Cast the circle that no ghoul may within tread,

And seek vision in water’d cauldron a-Wester.*1

Old Crone, the wise-woman now holds the throne,

She of darkness, death and rebirth –

She is the Goddess of all that is unknown

As Nature herself withdraws down to earth.

Old Man, Lord of Shadows reigns

The Psycho-pomp Master of the ways*2

Ready to lead us through ethereal planes,

If we would but hearken to that which he says.

Dark and fearsome may this god and goddess seem

Yet the balance of Summer and Light and Abundance

They are the Holders of the spirit world unseen

Aiding us through the Void, in wisdom’s silence.

Hallowe’en, Samhain, the Witches’ New Year,

We honour and celebrate those gone-before,

Asking for wisdom and knowledge – truth sincere

With ritual and respect, following ye olde lore.

Lord of Shadows; Winter god

Lord of Shadows; Winter god

Blessed Samhain!

*(1) – “And seek vision in water’d cauldron a-Wester.”
This refers to the cast circle, where as part of the ritual, the cauldron is filled with water, placed in the West position, and is used as a scrying tool, looking for a vision within the water.
 
*(2) – “The Psycho-pomp Master of the ways”
Psycho-pomp is something or someone who guides the soul of those recently passed away to their resting place/the next world. They help the soul through the ‘limbo-world’, the place between life gone and the next appropriate world.

The Fate of Old Man Winter

The_Holly_King_by_ArwensGraceOld Man Winter’s weary head droops,
His rheumy eyes closing, his Time almost done-
His gnarled hands seeking support as he stoops
Cold breath sighing as he watches Young Buck run,
Coming to challenge the Old Man’s rule,
Virile and sure of himself, bringing warm breeze
Encouraged by the Spring Maiden’s enchanting call
Trying to dispel Old Winter’s lingering freeze.
It is time now the Old One knows, as his power fades
To let go, recede, and allow the Spring God to come
For wise is Winter, He who walks like unguligrades,
Gracious is he, to release his cold grip with the setting sun.
Nights grow warmer as the Young God’s powers rise
And his passing brings the birds and mating beasts
He stalks through glades hunting his Maiden prize
And flowers bloom ‘neath His feet like Springland feasts.
Old Man Winter nods his head, smiling for he knows
That this is the natural order, the wax and wane
Of each Season’s time – in balance only Nature’s bounty grows
And He departs silently, waiting in death, ‘til His next reign

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