world is a village divided by distance
snow falls in some spaces,chilled reminder
we are always in hands of elements
lights rare lead us to each other
sit round fire,talk about weathers
we are at ease with each ,all,every
seasons define us,now and forever
time will stop for sacred moments
stillness return in deeper silence
all goes true to root and dream
we are approaching solstice again
meet each night as measured starlight
day's apportioned ration sunlight
honey in the mead of air
licorice in the dark of night
we are seasons (always have been)
solstice returns us to our deepest dreams
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