Harvest Song The Sun King embraces the Mother in her fullness The fruits of labor she now bears Dance in celebration for the harvest time is here Feast and mirth are ours to share Now is the time to bring magic to fruition Now is the time of thanks and gratitude We turn the seasons wheel and the darkness closes in Listen as the Crone whispers to you... She sings of the seeds worked upon the field She sings of the harvest that it gives She sings of the crops that have fallen to the ground And the seeds of life yet to live And she says, Rest in my darkness. Turn your spirit inward. Dwell upon the seed and your own spark of life. Think of all you've conquered. Think of all you've done. Transform within the magic of the darkening time."