Isobel Bird

As the year comes to an ending,
In the hour 'tween old and new,
part the veil and let pass,
the spirits who would travel through.

Winter's cold and winter's darkness,
Wraps us in these frozen hours.
As the ceaseless wheel turns we call,
The sun to warm us with its power.

Tonight you take the last step on,
your journey of a year and a day.
Welcome home, o new-made witch,
and in our circle rest and stay.

Joined together, hand in hand, our circle gathers round,
To work our magic, weave the web, and dance on sacred ground.
By the Goddess we are called, witch to witch and friend to friend,
To merry meet, and merry part, and merry meet again.