Threshold of shadow,
we honor your closing breath.
You held us in the hollow—
where silence spoke,
where the veil thinned,
where the ancestors walked beside us.
You taught us to listen
to the roots beneath the frost,
to the stories buried in bone,
to the wisdom of endings.
Now, as your lantern dims,
we release what cannot follow,
we bow to what must die,
we carry forward only what is true.
May your descent echo in our marrow.
May your mystery remain a compass.
May your gifts be woven into the dark.
And as we turn toward Yule,
toward the first flicker of returning light,
we do not rush.
We remember.
Farewell, season of shadow.
sacred hollow,
sovereign pause,
beginning of becoming.