A Solstice Carol

Gods rest ye merry, gentlemen, let nothing you dismay:
Remember that the Mabon was reborn this Solstice Day
To bring us all his light and warmth as winter wends its way.
Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh tidings of comfort and joy!

In depth of winter darkness falls, all creatures take their rest,
Reflecting on the year gone by, preparing for the next.
With feast and fire and Solstice cheer we welcome friend and guest,
With tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh tidings of comfort and joy!

The cold dark nights now call to us and draw us deep within.
As ‘round the sacred fireside we gather kith and kin
To watch and wait the Longest Night ’til morning comes again.
Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh tidings of comfort and joy!

And when at last the morning dawns, we’ll greet the rising Sun.
We’ll raise our voices loud in song, proclaiming now as one
The blessings of these Holy Tides, the New Year now begun!
Oh tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh tidings of comfort and joy!

Now to the Sun sing praises, all you within this place,
And with true love and fellowship, each other now embrace.
For even in these darkest days, the Bright One shines his face,
Bringing tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy!
Oh tidings of comfort and joy!


I’ve been working off and on with this since 2015, and have shared various drafts with a few individuals and private groups. I offer the whole thing now in response to PSVL’s recent challenge. Whether or not it’s appropriate (or even eligible) for the context, I hope others will enjoy!

For the Winter Solstice

The winds blow, snows fall.
Bundle wool layers for warmth.
Leaves have fallen, branches bare,
Frozen world turns to sleep.

Turn inward, ’round the hearthfire.
Share together song and story.
Tell tales, embrace the dark.

On the longest of nights,
At midwinter, look within, then
Shout gladly: We have enough!


A blessed Solstice to all!

For the companion poem, look here.

For the Summer Solstice

The winds blow, rains come.
Bare feet touch the Earth.
Green leaves unfurl, flowers bloom,
Fruits ripen, roots sink deep.

Seas, rivers, fields and forests
Teem, overflow with abundant life:
Darting, leaping, running, soaring high.

On the longest of days,
At midsummer, raise our voices,
Sing loudly: It is well!


A blessed Solstice to all! Watch this space for a companion poem, in about six months’ time. 😉