The Winter Solstice happened recently, and since it is still the general "Solstice Season" and the dead of winter now, here is a poem that speaks to the thoughts of my heart this time of year.
SILVER, FRANKINCENSE, AND MYRRH
frankincense.
and myrrh.
burning now.
but no gold —
i prefer silver.
Lunar. Feminine. Dark.
the depths of the Night congealed into a metal.
sparkle in the eye of the Goddess
that is Me.
crystalline.
crysalis.
the Seed awakens.
i give Birth.
the Solstice.
~poem © by me~
~image source: BarbaraALane on Pixabay.com~
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