Winter Solstice
The year devours itself, eternal
collapse, the long darkness,
negation of light, a cold clear
December night -- all is quiet
all is calm -- awaiting the morning
sunlight to melt away the frost,
offer its gift of warmth, the signal
of a new year rising from the old.
But right now, still is the darkness,
so I burn candles, wear warm sweats
and write these words on the page,
hoping to summon some awareness,
a connection to cycles within cycles,
a solstice, a time when everything
is new, reborn in the purification
of the past's murky mistakes.
I offer wine and incense, soft
prayers of renewal, but my efforts,
alone, cannot redeem the darkness
in which we live, and slowly die.
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