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WINTER SOLSTICE
Silent and clear and crystalline
Within a chrysalis of ice and time,
The clock of December sleeping,
Locked in the season of long night.
And the cold light is fading,
The earth is shorn,
And something lies waiting
To be born,
Falling down the light path
To the winter solstice.
Kindle fire against the dark
From the striking and the spark,
And the hills become a hearth
For the burning of the stars.
The stars circling the mystery
Sweet symmetry they bring.
And though the air is sharp and stings,
Lo, in the hair harp it sings.
And it rings in the morning’s
Clear light:
Remember what’s born here
Must die,
Climbing up the light path
To the fires of Easter.
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