Solstice is near

Spiral me down into the dark
Let my body soak in the waters of the rain
Let my mind drift with the memories of clouds
As I burrow down into the crevices in the rocks
Dark, deep dark, pulls me inward
Close warmth drawn tight around me
The heart of the dark holds me, protects me
Peacefully cradled, no hurry, no rush
I savor the dark quiet
The cloak of warm solitude regenerates my spirit
Dark is now
Soon light will come
Tendrils of light that weave their way downward
Tendrils that grow stronger each day
Tendrils that tap on my warm dark self to come out in the sun
Soon, soon.

ArticlesAnnette Wagner