Wednesday, December 21, 2016

songs of Solstice

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Approaching Winter
 
 
Twinkling lights. I remember twinkling,
clouds resplendent awaiting snowfall.
It's Persephone's time below,
growing in power, regality.
Friend to post-living souls,
hearing their stories,
sharing her own,
from the above time.
 
Flitting about,
we sing seasonal phrases,
sweat anxiously in crowded malls
over inner demands for a never
remembered perfection.
Children standing in awe below
magnificence of glowing giant trees.
Cities returning to primal forest
for an imaginary season.
Telling ourselves our stories that
Santa might find us worthy
of that shiny plaything that will
make us all right, make us happy.
Happy little children, so Mama
and Papa might be proud,
stop fighting,
tell us happy children stories,
take us back to the Garden.
 
Deep below, Persephone combs
her silken hair, long tangly
root
core
essence.
Magical petals of bliss and succulent aroma
lightly fall within the Garden walls.
The flowers are sleeping, blanketed in
millennial layers,
reverberations of stories,
plotlines thick with forest lore.
Snowflakes twinkle, lightly falling
draping long-growing trees
peacefully awaiting their Queen.
 
 
 
Trees to Dream on
 
 
Pine mountain scent
majestic snow-globe memories
ancient betwixt sky and earth
basking in waning sunlight,
twinkling night encroaching.
Fluttering leaves cast
in white lace and starry splendor.
Long have we remained
cycling through death's rebirth,
seasons of land and breath linked
in enduring countenance to face
winds of fate and change.
Days have been when brutal cold
demanding sacrifice saw hunt and harvest.
Nights given to ceremony, eloping
frenzied dance, spontaneous gaiety
-- a tribal stew of sustenance.
Abiding spirit, faith
through the dark times,
built on timber, built on years
of sun, storm, forces claimed
and reconfigured to bring us here.
Reconnecting, anchoring to tales
told in firelight, strong wood, bright tinder,
releasing ancient light, charms, secrets,
holding warmth to warmth,
life to life
year to year.
 
 
 
Winter Song O' Mother Sun
 
 
Winter homage to our waning Sun
that she will return, feed us
Her light and heat, essential
energy.
Mother Star, we entreat
thee with ceremony, song and dance,
glorious pageantry at your feet,
a synergy of trance and formal prayer.
We, your children, refine
your gift of sight, designing
grand structures, grander complexities,
imaging rainbows from your
streaming light.
See our visions learn to take
flight
under your warm embrace
and on faith through hours of night.
These long dark days, we beseech you,
reach out, join our hands,
to honor warmth of your reflected love,
Mother Sun.
 
 
 
Faery Dance on Mistletoe
 
 
Awhirl through heavenly ether,
bountifully surrounding Mother Earth.
Chiaroscuro costumed comedy.
Broad traverse to and fro our
holy star of warmth and light.
Meanwhile, Ma and Pa
nestled under sugarplum faery flight
take respite from endless woe,
chance for care, to
become re-aware,
dare shining moments.
Swirling stars, heaven
beating Earthly cadence,
call enchantment.
Fueled by faery dust
bright starhaze
guides us
into romance.
 
Serene white flakes tumble.
Cold, clear-air insight.
Magical season.
Deeply felt reason
to celebrate
delight
of candy-cane smiles,
St. Nicholas drums.
Darling remembrance
and what we hope comes.
Coalescence of blessings
like tinselly stars dancing to Moonlight.
 
 
 
December Wine
 
 
Decant December wine
best saved for end
of the year
held in joy of anticipation
Traveling the hills on sleigh rides
of old
Reliving the thrills over
fine age and spirit
a day we hold dear
it is worth far more than gold
I see a star pale and strong
hear a wind
made of song
holy choirs singing
There is nothing wrong with desire
Wonders of will, of intensity
wild like the sweet breath
of winter
the joy of being alive
 

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