Here is a delightful poem written by Cymro ap Arthan, it was very appropriate when he read it out on November’s meeting. With his permission, I get to share it here. Enjoy.
Leaf Dance Moon
Winter is called by ‘Leaf Dance Moon’,
When winter comes with its first chill,
Rolling down after Summers Eve.
Leaves are falling one by one
Leaving land, cold, barren, bare.
Rabbits ready for long, cold, darkened nights.
Badgers scurry with larders to fill.
Squirrels begin to slumber once more
In their warm threaded beds,
Moles dig deeper to keep-out the cold
Blackbirds caw to the coming storm,
Owls hunt more slowly now; less
to eat or hunt.
Swifts no longer cross our skies having
flown south for warmer climes.
Robins hop sweetly picking what they can,
Blue-tits miss the silver capped milk.
These are the months of snow and ice
They will come to an end with the
‘White Waking Moon’ rise,
When horizons will brighten and the snowdrops bloom.
Cymro ap Arthan, November 2013.