Winter Solstice
Welcome to the shortest day of the year
The heart of the long, dark winter of the soul
When you don’t feel whole,
When the bowl is empty and the bole is bare
And a bear roars up at the stars somewhere
In deepest memories
That arc through the blood
Reigniting fear
As the year burns out and the world spins on
And the purpose of light is forgotten in the night.
Amanda Kendal 21 December 2021
Photo: DreamyPixel
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