Comes the time the days grow short

As the night hours lengthen;

We watch the skies with anxious hearts

As ancient rituals beckon;

From deepest fears, the failing light

Demands a constant vigilance

To protect the mother earth

Until again days lengthen;

Ancestors knew the solstice was

for all within the clan,

A time for preparation to

Save the tribe from winter’s span,

From starvation or the cold

as ice and snow sweep through the plains.

The waning of the daylight was

a warning to all men

Be cautious now, take special care,

Observe the darkened skies,

We keep a watch to save us from

A waning of our lives.

Sandra Lee Smith

written October, 2009

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