Pagan Winter Solstice Poem
Frost-kissed land, where spirits roam,Night when sun’s light wanes.Gather in sacred grove’s embrace,Honoring solstice in ancient ways.Whispers of ancestors, wind through trees,Wisdom woven in winter’s breeze.Oak King reigns, crown of green,Heralding life that sleeps unseen.Circle ’round Yule fire’s blaze,In its warmth, our spirits raise.Chanting songs, old as stone,To bring the sun back to its throne.Mistletoe,…