The fading sun, the fading light
Hastening on to mid-winter night
The bracken turning rufous red
The hedgehog to his winter bed
The God, as Tanist between the Gates
The Goddess, as Cailleach, still she waits
The falling leaves, the falling rain
Until Spring comes round again
20 Sept 1993
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem