Celtic Winter Solstice Poem
Whispers of the Winter Sun Winter’s hold, starlit lace,Ancient hills, frosty grace.Moonlit downs, silver glow,Whispers of the sun below.Celtic dreams just begun,Druids dance, secrets spun.Amber fires, yew tree bows,Mistletoe in sacred groves.Chants echo in the night,Stars weave tales of light.Oak, ash, thorn entwined,Mystical design aligned.Solstice night, soft light,Celebrating the shortest night. You can listen to…