(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Winter Solstice

It has always been spoken of
as the grave and womb of light
this most brief day
this deepest midnight
stiffened with ice and silence.

It is crucial now that there be
harbors and pools and islands
of light

and it is necessary
that there be song
for the dead are everywhere
stricken with grief
wandering among the birds of winter

but with song they may be comforted
and Love, on this longest of nights,
requires the giving of a gift.

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Thats a cycle of event prominent in nature...which we have picked up without fault!
Excellent. Wonderful title. Sets- rises, a flow of nature.10+++