​I will lie down with the deer
In the coolness of the green shadows
And sleep the sleep of the fawn
Trusting and unafraid, 
And through my dreams of far-off hills
And foaming glass-green seas
I will hear the Song of the Seasons.

The birch weaves a tapestry of silver thread 
On the purple hillside
Bark of umber, ochre and red
Gleams softly against the silky green darkness of the pine
Dark holly points its warrior tips to the sky
Strong oak waits in peace for its greening.

A warm wind of the West murmurs
Through the greenwood with a sigh
And whispers tales of the Old Ones 
In the dark places of our hearts.
And in the mists of evening
A pale shadow spreads its wings
White bird of passage
Lost in the darkness

I will lie down with the deer
In the coolness of the green shadows
And sleep the sleep of the fawn
Trusting and unafraid
And through my dreams of summer's green
And of birdsong in the wild places
I will hear the Song of the Seasons. 

Julie Darling © 2002