thirteen starlit silver moons in turn may wax and wane
etching frost and forecast on a darkened window pane
casting eternal cycles that bless this ancient earth
calling forth the breath of spring and summer's enduring mirth
we dance with yearning flowers amid life enhancing rain
dismissing last year's worries as they all go down the drain
likened to the harvesting of autumn's golden grain
then coming round the circle we find we begin again
seeking solace and safety in deep midwinter's den
beckoned by ancestral fires first lit so long ago
sharing tales spun from embers that set our hearts aglow
clasping hands we sing our songs so our lonely souls might know
the harmony of finding one more drifter in the snow.
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