Wednesday, January 01, 2014

BURN AWAY THE OLD ~ WELCOME THE NEW


                            Along the road of old December
                            when the Ancients walk abroad,
                            I fall in with their company, twelve
                            days and nights astride.

                            Druid, Priestess, Pagan, Fool,
                            Astrologer monk and Hermit king,
                            they who track the star and tide,
                            older, wiser folk than I.

                            We march under darkened skies,
                            a host, a band, a multitude. Claw,
                            hoof, foot and wing, together 
                            journey towards light and spring.
                                        
                            West to east, the Ancients mark
                            the worn, the dying, bygone year.
                            Along the road, the fires burning,
                            turning old and the cold -- to ash.

                                   Welcome!  New Year!