What’s left
when the leaves
have fallen
and the grass
has gone fallow?
Once the air’s grown cold
and the night sky’s shifted,
once the frost has
come and covered
the hills and meadows,
what’s left to us
in this new
season of darkness?
To rest, to sleep,
to build a hearth fire,
to watch it snow.
To breathe deep and
release a sigh out
among the coming
winter winds.
These belong to us,
are made for us and
left to us by the maiden
and the mother and the crone.
Just as it begins
when new things grow
in a world made bright,
the old year ends
quiet and star light,
with a gentle
and a loving
letting go.
A Virginia Writer's Diary 
Thanks for sharing this Katie
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Thank you for reading!
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At the risk of sounding obviously banal, “very poetic.” I like the interplay of words. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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Really beautiful. Happy firelight season.
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Thank you! Same to you. 🙂
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This is really awesome!
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Thank you! It makes me happy to hear that! 🙂
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You’re very welcome Katie.
I hate to do this, again.. but I’m leaving. I just have too much going on. I’m sure you’re heartbroken 🤪
Honestly, keep writing. You’re awesome!
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Your journey is your own, and I wish you all good things, and hope to see you back one day. And in the meantime, I’ll miss reading your stuff. I hope you keep writing, too!
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it!
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