On December twenty
first, as the sun slowly slid from the sky
A small group of misfits
gathered together, who knows why?
They had come together to celebrate the
solstice you see
A tradition so ancient, it predates history.
their backs to the sun, they stood in anticipation
For what they did next,
would start the celebration.
They had gathered wood and sticks in a
Then when they lit it, they all began to smile.
The damp cool night, slowed the
fire at first,
Then suddenly the pile, in magnificent flames burst.
the eldest woman of the tribe,
Made some sort of offering, or was it a
They all began to dance and the playing of flutes,
eldest of men, to voice chants and hoots.
Now the celebration was in full
Music continued and they started to sing.
The flames now took on
a life of their own,
Warming the dancers from flesh to the bone.
smoke carried their praises to the very edge of space,
And simple delight
was written on every face.
So why this celebration in the dark and snow?
Were the dancers just basking in the fire's bright glow?
on this, the longest night of the year,
Giving thanks and praise that
tomorrow, a new sun will appear.
days will grow longer the new sun warming the earth.
Preparing all life for
new growth and rebirth.
Now the fire dies down to one last glowing ember,
This night the dancers will forever remember.
The celebration continues
with a glorious feast.
Now the tribe devours some roasted beast.
Satisfied after filling their tanks,
One more time they offer up
With that, the tribe calls an end to the celebration for this year,
Until the seasons pass and the return of the longest night is here.
Guy Spastic © 2005