Hot winds are a blowin'
cold winds are a snowin'.
All four winds are in the air
and rabbits and squirrels are everywhere!

Now put aside the nonsense
lift your skirts for the moon dance.
Set aside your animosity
come sit again in amenity.

We lay our marrow upon the Silbury path
We covered it with earth and beans and a feather past.
We let the land take it softly home
We let nonsense sit all alone.

Comes now the thought before the Fall
when cold and frost prepare to call.
To remember well and let it be
to let the gold and tired leaves free.

Let winter winds whisper and whine
let the cold years now wink and smile.
Let our dreams lift us over our style
let our lonely paths be sure for a while.

Wassail to you Four Winds and to one and all at this mellow time of year

Littlestone
xxx