Solstice stars.
Stand still.
Take stock.
Light is short,
The cold is long.
No matter how secure
We are only ever one breath
Away from death.
From becoming fallow earth,
From falling frozen onto ice.
Take heed
Stand still.
The small time.
The long night.
In darkness
The slow drips slow,
Then stop completely.
Stars watch
And sing
Though offer little warmth,
But the way home,
The way home.
—
simonhlilly 
Eminently worthy of re-reading and then thinking…and remembering, Simon.
Many thanks, Bonnie!
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Seasoned greetings!
Amen.
As we turn the corner once more.
sweet reminder!
Simon. I value you, invaluably. Thank you. You keep some humans alive. May it return to you in some way.
Even the useless have their uses! Best wishes for the weirdest of seasons.
Heart’s warmth, the only sustaining fire. We are huddled beings, backs to the night, glorious in our strangeness, bred for our dreams. Peculiar are the haunted songs echoing, peculiar the views we insist upon, peculiar the words, peculiar the moments. revivified by the lightest touch, ignited by the slightest breath, flowered and flowering, the thinnest web of cells strung together, pushing outwards, holding back, translating silence.