Winter Lent by Katherine Venn.
This is our winter lent: the turning of the wheel
A smouldering wick will flame to light the dark, The ice be broken and the water blessed,
A downy feather lift the grinding weight And yokes be eased that we might find our rest;
That snow can cover rutted, weary ways And fallen seeds in frozen earth take root
And masters dress as servants at the feast And sacred oaks bring forth, at last, a shoot;
This is our winter lent: the turning of the wheel.