Solstice Spell

In the heart of winter’s longest night,
When shadows dance in the pale moonlight,
The wheel of the year turns once more,
As Yule arrives at the sacred door.

Beneath the cloak of the frosty sky,
Where ancient spirits whisper and sigh,
Witches gather, their candles aglow,
To honor the sun in its weakened throw.

Evergreen branches decked with care,
Symbols of life in the brisk, cold air,
A cauldron bubbles with magic and cheer,
As the solstice draws the darkness near.

The Yule log crackles, a fiery embrace,
Chasing away shadows, filling the space,
A ritual dance ‘round the sacred tree,
As we celebrate nature’s mystery.

Goddess and God, in the moonlit night,
Bless this season with love and light,
With incantations and spells we weave,
A tapestry of magic, on this Yule eve.

So let us toast to the returning sun,
As the wheel turns, and new life’s begun,
In the warmth of kinship, love, and mirth,
Wishing you a blessed and magical Yule, on this sacred Earth.