UrthMother, Great Sustainer, we call to you
Without you, we could not be; our song to you is without end…
… as is your care for us

In this season, symphonies of rustling boughs herald your coming
Your body, clad in the colors of the season… all trimmed in shining gold
In this season, Aspens quake in glee upon your arrival
Their leaves falling… falling…
Falling to create the floor on which you will dance the final dance of the Season
For while Winter is sure to come… this is not the time of Winter

For now, Dance, Great Mother, under the dwindling light of Your sibling Sun
Dance through our final harvests, through our moments together as kith and kin
Dance, we pray, in each of us… in each of us…
… as we count blessings with every hour of decreasing daylight
As we, your children, prepare for the long Winter… but this is not the time of Winter

For now, Teach us, your children, of balance in the moment…
… of each moment within balance
Teach us equanimity in our relationships with others, as well as with ourselves
Teach us, Great Sustainer, through seasons ever-turning… ever-turning…
Ever-turning, offering opportunity to prepare for that which is ahead

But… for now, accept our good words, and the offerings made at our heart-Fire
For you…
To you…
For us.

​So say we all