Passionate Ambivalence

 It's 2 nights in to Yule & there's fluffy snow on the ground.

Hail Holle, 
Snow-bringer,
Hunt-leader,
Riding the wind like geese,
Blanketing the world.

Grandmother,
Witch-mother,
Beneath the well,
Beyond the water,
Teach us to do what must be done.
Get us through the winter.
Grind us in your mill,
Til only the best is left.

Soul-mother,
Gather the lost,
All-mother,
Teach them again how to be.