The winter solstice arrives momentarily. Our old speck of dust in the Milky Way galaxy replies to the tug and pull. Yes, we will roll along to begin the long climb out of the shadows. Yes, we will align with the sun and stars. Yes, we will be reborn.
All the plants and trees are at rest. Squirrels, mice and rabbits scurry for seeds to nibble. Woodpeckers drift up and around the tree limbs looking for one more bug, one more worm, one more morsel to eat. Blessed are the creatures big and small in slumber or in search of today’s meal. Blessed are the birds.
Chimneys blanket the early morning with wood smoke. Frost settles over all. The sun is fierce on the horizon. The rays pierce eyes not ready for its brilliance.
I am here, says the Sun
I will blind you
I will be known in your eyes
I will always return
I am the yang
What comes next? What will be laid to rest? What will be in the New Year? What will be? What will be?
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