Winter Solstice

Give yourself to slumber under ink black clouds. Moon below the horizon, light for when it’s dark. Lie in peaceful presence. Silhouette of the trees mythologies reverberate of songs, put us to sleep. Dream of all the beings, our kin gathered around, flames flicker in shadows mysteries of living found. Maybe someday you’ll join us under the sky’s moonlight. Stories, song and dancing long into the warm night. I hope someday you’ll join us maybe for just one tale. World quiet from the fighting a chance to just exhale.