In wickedest of winter nights,
to our warmth now come inside
You’re glittering in gladdest lights,
as the gloaming daylight wanes
Like horsemen winds are howling past,
in homely cabin we are safe
as solemnly our songs are heard
for solstice change to spring
In care of candlelight we wait
for calendar that soon will end.
when pains of what is past gives way
to passions of a year’s rebirth
We are soon at the darkest part of the year, and darkness permeates our souls. Mary wants us to use lights as inspiration for Poetics tonight. We sure need a lot of light here in Sweden. Please join us at the last pub of the year. Hope there will be plenty of light for us all when we open at 3 PM EST.
December 13, 2013