Solstice Poem - This poem came from an Exquisite Corpse exercise.

Mid-Winter Solstice

Sanctified as the golden child,

the dawn-walker rises

from her balsam bed,

strolls the waning dark,

as a winter sky gathers every molecule

of memory into the shimmering universe.

Gaia sings her lullaby,

we draw ourselves toward

moving promises of light

and whisper something ancient,

more than sacred.

Salutations in a language

of frankincense and pine,

psalms hidden in the stone bones

of mother’s long and languid embrace.

We orbit round the sound and celebrate,

let this solstice night sustain us.