The Winter Women They come, the winter women, at harvest time Turning the great Yule wheel, cross-quartered, Down Persephones dark road While the earth weeps a mothers tears. The Baba comes to the barn, Corn Mother, Corn Maiden, Old Wife, Oatwife Tossed high on the harvest, dancing, queening it she comes The years last sheaf come home. Creeping she comes, the Old Wife of the Celts, Cailleach Bheur, hag goddess, crag goddess, Leaping from the rocks to lock the Bride of spring away. She whistles up her winter winds, that pack of dogs That follow dark Frau Gaude on her icy rounds. Keening she comes! You careless ones, Who leave your doorways cracked ajar Will hear her dogs keen whining at your hearth. You lazy spinsters, mind your distaffs full And wind your spindles tidy by the fire Lest Berchta send you plague or blind your eyes for spying. Sweep your altar stone And pile the green boughs high to call her forth To tell your future in the flames where past and present mingle at your hearth. Bright candle flames now wreath her, crowned in lingonberry, Saint Lucia bringing light out of the heart of Northern darkness. She brings you gifts of plenty, La Befana sweeping on her broom Beware, and honor her! Lest your Epiphany be black as coal. Black it was, in the beginning, When the sun was on the far side of the world And Spider Woman made the long journey with her pot of clay To bring the sun back to the Cherokee. Mary brought the Son, they say, the Prince of Peace -- For unto us a child is born! and the year begins anew. Children carol for her, Kolyada, whiterobed in her snowy sleigh In her deep Russian woods of frozen winter streams where the winter nymphs, Rusalky, sing their secret solstice songs. There in those winter woods was born the snegurochka, Snow Maiden, Ancient spirit, daughter of spring and winter come to earth. At Candlemas, cross-quarter time, the Old Hag springs again, But this time Brigits cross wheels high above the door And the frail Snow Maiden melts into her summer lovers arms. See where they come, the winter women, in the bleak midwinter night To summon up the sun and bring us light. - Author anonymous
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 04:03:52 +0000