winter solstice
blessed be the darkness hovering
under this black moon
let demons wake
let chaos come
let chaos come
into the womb
of these wee hours
—the reckoning ones
when thoughts devour
& life itself is a candle spent:
lit
burnt
dissolving
that turns the heavy scent of what has been
into the hint of what’s to come
—a faint perfume
—the rising sun
and then shall we rejoice and sing
the dawn has come
the dawn has come
~
May the Light returning bless you, Dear Reader, with hope and joy.
Namaste,
d
A gorgeous incantation! 😍
Thank you, Stephanie. It is my prayer. My affirmation: there is light!!
Beautiful work, D! This is a poem to bundle up with and take into the new year.
Thank you, Rachel! I’ve adopted the Winter Solstice as my new favorite day of the year!