Yule

Winter darkness like
Bedcovers at night.

Dark whispers caress me
Like Mother Gaia's love.

The void of her womb,
Safe, sustained, at peace.

We move inward again,
Into our own dark self.

We cleanse ourself
Of all that blocks us.

Being born anew
With waxing solstice sun king.

Growing, purifying,
Promises for the Spring ahead.

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