WHEEL OF THE YEAR


Call me home, Mother
when all abundance you do show
and creation's seed begins to grow
as flowers' perfume the senses stir
Oh Mother, call me home in Spring!

Call me home, Mother
when Midsummer's sun is high in June
and still is seen the Harvest moon
dancing slowly together they cross the sky
Oh Mother, call me home in Summer!

Call me home, Mother
when acorns fall down and meet the soil
and bird and squirrel relentless toil
amid golden red leaves twitching on boughs
Oh Mother, call me home in Autumn!

Call me home, Mother
when Father Frost's cold breath does blow
and your soft white cloak is laid below
and upon each limb the silver glistens
Oh Mother, call me home in Winter!

Call me home, Mother
when my limbs as boughs are lowly bent
and passion's heat has all been spent
when silver glistens upon my hair
and creation's seed is no longer fair
Then Mother, call me home forever!