For once more we persist toward symmetry.
The moon round and bright will light the way,
As souls ripen to warmth before the yule.
Constellations pulse coldly holding the dark at bay,
While hearty radiance spills from festive chambers.
For this is where we touch; midway,
Then on to where the sunlight will conquer the night.
Lovely, Dale! A perfect capture of the promise and the darkness if the winter solstice.
ReplyDeleteI agree, this so perfectly evokes the Spirit of the Solstice!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed this, Dale...oh thank you so much!😊😊 xxx
Thank you, Val and Ygraine! xx
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