Solstice

Something for the Winter Solstice, and wishing all my readers a very merry yuletide.

Solstice

The turning world, a longest day
In the South: dry land of drought
And wild fires blazing to dismay
While typhoon rages all about

The turning world, a shortest day
In the North: rivers over flow
And cliffs falling, break away
While storms bring Winter snow

As Earth rotates, turn, turn, turn
We mark sacred space this night
And tell the old tale of Sun return
And the increase once again of light

Winter Solstice, and it is silent night
Merry meet, as the gods shine bright