A Yule Procession by Allen Hartley
Winter’s might, gripped this longest night
The Tawny Owl softly calls, as snowflakes fall
The Blackbird is calling all, to acknowledge, the intercessor between the worlds
The animals pass in review, before the golden hue, of his eyes
As the procession was in recession, Brighid’s companion leaped
To sleep, by the embers of the Yule fire
No desire to rise, until satisfied
Sol had released the land, from Winter’s might
Note: The Irish Goddess, Brighid’s companion is a cat.
Allen Hartley has always been fascinated with ancient cultures and societies. He has spent decades researching the subject matter and focusing on Runic scripts. In 2002 he settled in North Idaho with his wife and son. While his current employment requires extensive travel, it also allowed him to publish his first book, Secrets of the Soul (2012). This was followed by Mists of Dawn (2013) and Boundaries of Time, due out in 2014. His latest release, Nature’s Palette – Waterscapes, is a non-fictional, joint project with his wife Vanessa, who has been a great source of help in refining his ideas. Find him at Amethyst Rain Publishing.