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