• The Dark Time

    Those who have died have never, never left The dead are not under the earth They are in the rustling trees They are in the groaning woods They are in the crying grass They are in the moaning rocks The dead are not under the earth “Breaths” by Sweet Honey in the Rock (1988) This is the most magical time of the year, the season of the witch. Samhain may be behind us, yet the long cold months of winter still loom ahead.