The Wheel of the Year

The year is a dancing woman who is born at the coming of spring
The year is a dancing woman of Her birth and death we sing...
In spring She comes to power when the red of Her moon blood come
And She dances and spins towards summer to the beat of Her passion's drums
'Tis then She becomes so fertile with the Life that is to come
And She flows with the Love that feeds us 'til the Harvest Time is done
Then dances and spins towards darkness all dressed in autumn fire
To descend to the time of shadow and rest from the world's desire
Now Her hair is touched with silver, Winter's wisdom claims her soul
And She births the spirit within us bringing light and hope to us all
Igniting a blaze in the darkness to kindle the coming spring
Then dreams 'til Her resurrection and Her story begins again...
The year is a dancing woman who is born at the coming of spring
The year is a dancing woman of Her birth and death we sing...

by Shekhinah Mountainwater