Night Before Solstice

Twas night of full Solstice when all thru my home Yin is moaning with constipation while Yang jumps up and down and back and forth and in and out, hoping her Beloved scratch soon will be here to absorb all screechy itches she holds so loudly dear. I'm not in my hairshirt and not needing a nap, breathing Yang in to pray Yin might push out. As heaven opens to rain down warm clatter I co-arise with rich dark-soiled hope and faith that each full breath matters, as Yang throws soft pillows for Yin's entertainment. Finally, midnight clears, stars splatter sky as Yin pushes out poo his contented voice lowing, nestled in dream pillows of ecological manger. Another perfect MidWay dia-souled-stice, one last veggie pizza on whole wheat slice, angels are snoring their demons ignoring peacefully awaiting New Year of play nice.