The Miracle Of The Solstice
By Lord R.e. Taylor
December twenty-first
A one-of-a-kind day
The shortest day of the year
Created by a twist somewhere in the universe
It is prayed for and worshipped when it arrives
Somehow the stars look brighter
As if they are waiting the dead time’s end
With its endless fields of virginal white
The Sun also looks happier as it rises
Starting the beginning of new life
The same fields with grass and flowers
And millions of people with their smiles
The ones they lost during the long winter
Brought back by the wonder of the Winter Solstice
© Poem – XII/XX/MMXXI
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