Soon we come to Samhain night’s
Darkened sun and meager light,
Birds of Summer taking flight
Seeking warmth in climates bright.
We acknowledge harvest’s end,
Thank the Earth for all she sent,
Store it well so we forfend
Hunger as all growth suspends.
Now we turn our minds to naught,
Quieting them as we ought
When cold-deepened wisdom’s sought
Through meditation and forethought.
Now we receive in darker hours,
At rest in Winter’s peaceful bowers,
Those quiet songs and darker flowers
Of wisdom that this way is ours.
So welcome Winter! Welcome cold!
Welcome us into the fold
Of spirits calm and spirits bold
Into whose ranks we’re now enrolled.
Meditate and sing! Compose
Such poetry as you can–or prose!
Teach your spirit to suppose
More than what your intellect knows.
Longer light will soon return;
Till it comes we will discern
What darkness helps us to relearn
If we love its sweet nocturne.