May every day of this grand turnaround of seasons
seem longer than is wont of nature;
may every morning find undiminished
the golden splendor of the sun;
may every evening find undimmed
the silver splendor of the vesperstar;
may everyone you see be wakened,
by your own reviving light.
And on this your journey,
may your path be illumined
with lanterns and early-blooming flowers.
Solstice · Poems