Winter Solstice and the Woodwose

As I wash the smoke from my clothes and hair, 

And wipe the soot on my cheeks,

I say goodbye to my Woodwose friend, 

As he will be gone from me for weeks.

As Frost moves in on the longest day,

And the celebration Fires wane,

His kind regroup, rejoice, renew

And there they will remain.

With the early buds and the scent of spring

Fresh life, fresh energy does bring

The Winter comes to it's close

Back to the woods, comes the Wose.

The connection made it never breaks

Regardless of space or time.

He is he, I am me 

And together we entwine

As different as Fire and Ice

But twinned together through this life

He waits for me, as I wait at home

Always together, never alone

.

He has a message you should hear

As he shouts it loud and clear

This Earth belongs to you and I

And all our voices should joins this cry.

Protect and Nourish, Heal and Tend

Before our World begins to end

An Earth as Fragile as a Rose

Listen to the Wise Old Wose.

Deborah Crossley Hatswell

Solstice 2019