Solstice Night ~dwulf The shortest day and longest night, Snow and frost in the moon's soft light. The stars above in silence gleam, A timeless hush, a winter's dream. The earth now sleeps, its breath so slow, Beneath a blanket of ice and snow. Yet deep within, the seeds await, The turning wheel, the season’s fate. We gather close by hearth’s warm glow, To honor cycles we all know. The sun will rise, its light return, A spark of hope, a flame to burn. So let us pause, in this still hour, And feel the solstice’ quiet power. For in the dark, new life takes flight, The promise born of longest night.
