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It's now the dark half of the year. Time to brew a cup of tea and snuggle up in front of the fire.
I miss the beautiful fall colors. While the trees were putting on a spectacular show I remarked to my husband that we had to enjoy them now, and remember what they looked like because this would soon pass. Like when our children were babies.
But the dark half of the year has its own virtue. It's a time of rest and reflection. A time to plan for the warmer months. A time to enjoy the closeness that drives us inside together.
I included the last bit of this poem in my book, Celtic Wisdom, but because of space restrictions I was not able to use the entire poem. Here is the whole thing:
My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, summer is gone.
Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.
Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone--
The wild-goose has raised his wonted cry.
Cold has caught the wings of birds;
Season of ice--these are my tidings.
FROM 'SUMMER IS GONE', TRANSLATED BY KUNO MEYER
What are your feelings about the changing of seasons? What do you look forward to?