Day between days, time without time;
Silence ringing with the heartbeat of the world.
Day of the late harvest and the ageing God.
The hours are balanced.
The world holds its breath before the plunge.
The wheel of the year turns, sliding toward darkness,
toward the womb of the seasons,
where the sun sleeps and possibility gestates.
Light retreats and the world grows colder; the sun
The sun is dying and we cannot revive him.
Now is the season of the bright mornings, limned in rime,
of drifts of crackling leaves,
and pools of crackling frost.
The Goddess yawns and turns over, falling into sleep,
as the sun falls from the heavens.
I have walked in sunlight and in shadow,
I have seen the leaves float down the river,
and seen the birds scatter southward.
I have heard the calling of the wild geese and I rejoice;
for I feel the turning of the seasons,
and the heartbeat of the earth.
***Próximas Festividades Wiccas:
-Ostara en el Hemisferio Norte
-Mabon en el Hemisferio Sur.