She walked wrapped against North Wind’s bite
Watching ice flow by snow softened river bank
She froze transported by transcendent light
A Winter Solstice Lunar Eclipse Yule
Her thoughts flew
When is this place?
At first of dawn or last daylight in the darkest of long night
Through seasons turn with old river’s churn and marching trees
In all her greens through bracken copper to silvery whites
Bathed in Sun Moon Wind Rain now Snow Ice
Here the veil is thin
Ancient voices pour
In this ever changing timeless never changing place
Here in the faithful turning of The Wheel
The Solstice Eclipse 2010
photographed by Foggy who braved -14, in his dressing gown!