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Winter Solstice

A moment awakened to darkness 
as white lights fill the branches.  
A moment inhaled in silence
as the night grows long
and a burning match lights

innumerable candles.

We celebrate here the splendor
of dark as a gift given
beyond the light of day.  
Toast the good cheer,
 bless the bountiful meal
 view as a movie the
 glowing red coals
 the last fire
 of Solstice.

Oh, winter night I do love you
from the inside apart
to the ice on the window
through the warmth of the car
as goodbyes
move slowly