Upon A Winter Solstice Moon

An ancient woodland of Caledonian descent,
with groves of trees bathed in the divine incandescent -
Ash, Aspen, Birch and Alder,
Holly, Yew, Hazel, and Juniper,
Rowan, Willow, Hawthorn, and Elder,
bedecked in stars and shiny ornament,
wreathed in winter moonbeam adornment,
to celebrate upon a Winter Solstice,
the passing of the season's gentle kiss,
and draw back the sun from time immortal,
a cult of the glen-folk stepping through the portal,
while spirits of nature, divine minstrants of old,
gingerly await fate's rebirth to unfold,
to be reborn upon choruses of pagan decree,
and rise once more in vigour, vibrant and free,
through supplicatory invocation,
and elemental incantation,
a reclamation of nature abounding,
to the tender song of Mother Earth resounding.

So upon this Winter Solstice Moon,
which will come in a time, oh so soon,
through grove and glen, and loch and dale,
across the ancient wooded vale,
listen well for the chorus cry,
which takes up wing and starts to fly,
across a reality born of the external,
to bring back the ancient ways of the eternal.