Wolcum Yole
These old haunts
Dark at daybreak
and before the dinner bell
Still, still, still
Bray hearts of beasts
No God or sin
To spin the dial back again
Wolcum Yole
A radiant friend, a wick
Lighting season’s edge
Laughter, a friend
Under my ribs
Staring down the fear
Of doing it lonely
In bitten wind
Wolcum Yole
I will sit with you
In the dark
I will sit with you
As your mother before
I will sit with you
As your winter heart kindles
Into beds of coals
A blessing for your life
I will sit with you
In the dark
Until we circle ‘round again.
Instars 