Winter Solstice

From solid frozen stillness
to the dancing of leaves
swift-running rivers
high-flying birds
time now for turning

Blessed Be.

From chill icy biting
to caressing warm breezes
bright-blooming color
sun drawn down to us
time now for turning

Blessed Be.

From stiff crackling deadness
to budding green branches
songbirds out nesting
and tumbling puppies
time now for turning

Blessed Be.

Anitra Freeman

The Doves by Dae Geiver

Betty making a dreamcatcher

All is a circle within me.
I am ten thousand winters old.
I am as young as a new-born flower.
I am a buffalo in its grave.
I am a tree in bloom.

All is a circle within me.
I have seen the world through an eagle's eyes.
I have seen it through a gopher's hole.
I have seen the world on fire
and the sky without a moon.

All is a circle within me.
I have gone into the world and out again.
I have gone to the edge of the sky.

Now all is at peace within me.
Now all has a place to come home.

Anita Williams