Farewell To The Sun Poem by Kiona Pearson

On we go, by our seasonal path to the witching nights

away from our summering, and the longest cast of light

Here now does the dark remain, lingers as a silent frost

as winter takes it place, a reminder of the time we've had and lost

the peaceful, pensive hours, made longer by the shadowed days

Are ever growing stronger, with the last harvest's work and play

A time for looking backwards, on memories long passed by

and a time for pleasant peaking, as the crone begins to fly

It's the time for weaving wonders, when the snow begins to fall

and a time to bring the new year in, as the seasons shift and crawl

Farewell the warmth of our setting sun, that we might feel you again

From a peaceful slumber will you rise, when spring does come back in