Our days begin at sunset

as harvest is gathered

and the fields are emptied

the old gods wander

overseeing our work

as we prepare the soil

for winter’s darkness

we stand midway

between the seasons

the fallow months meant

for us to ready ourselves

with gratitude and planning

we ring in the new year

carefully choosing

the next seeds we will plant – Caroline A. Slee

New Year’s

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