Ron Byrum
Song of the Solstice
The Winter Solstice lingers near.
Come, merrymakers and spread your cheer.
Adorn your homes with evergreen.
So full of face, so fairly seen.
Go wassailing from door to door.
Sing soothing carols evermore.
Surround yourselves with friends akin.
Seek nourishment from well within.
Come, bang your drums and light the fires.
Return the light back to the shires.
May blessings be bestowed on you.
And always to thyself, be true.
© 2015 Amelia Dashwood
Blessings dark and deep!
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