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 he 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 plain,

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 f rom

a waning of our lives.


Sandra Lee Smith

Originally written October 1, 2009

Updated September 9, 2018

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