Winter Solstice
Come, let us celebrate the shortest day
And longest night: midwinter, even though
The coldest times are still to come. We pause
For a brief moment, like the sun, before
He turns his path. From deepest raven dark,
From lowest ebb, the tide now turns to rise
Towards the light. The solstice fires burn.
Let flames devour what burdens you and weighs
Your spirit down, then lighter and with joy
We shall prepare for new beginnings and
The ancient promise of unconquered sun,
As we ascend to a new fruitful year.
December 3, 2016
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