Webs of Woven Words, Threads, Stitches and Enchantments

Saturday, December 10, 2016

21 Days of the Winter Solstice 10

Solstice altar  c 2009 E A Kaufman

Silver Wheel At The Winter Solstice

At this cold low of the sun star
so deep in her circle of time
we fold the dark over ourselves,
keep warm in its sky black counterpane.

Zodiac sequins are sparks
of fire that delight us,
telling us stories of chimera and ice,
fire-drakes and wonders ---
this is do-nothing time, being-time
staying cocooned in Her mystery.

there was ending, there was death
beginning is soon, filling with life
Now, we press ourselves into the spaces
between every moment, feel the beauty
of tensions, paradox, unknowing,
Arianrhod's Silver Wheel floats like a cloak
around us, spinning us out to stars that shine
in our deepest selves. Hush now, trust this turn
to the mystery, let fear disappear in her crystal fire:
we come from the stars, stardust to bone,
we are the Universe, this is our home

Rose Flint, 2009

Blessings dark and deep!

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