I feel the chilling air frozen to my marrow
Yet the start of this ending is
Different and hopeful
Snow lies on the hills and sky heavy with it
Pinkish warning clouds like lamps to relay
The days are staying cold
Nights coming up inky blues and velvety black
Bright stars shining a warning of winters turn
The ground crunches frost underfoot my heart dancing
Quickening, body may be cold but the soul knows
To get to light the dark solstice must pass
Rest and reparations take place
The world will return to glory for next spring tide
Once again we will forget the rest time, the feast
No solstice is dark or light alone
Newness and endings come to all whatever the station
Stop, drink it in, rest, dancing at the fire
Then move ahead through mist and sun alike
They will return again and after we are dust
Ailsa
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