By: Kristin Peterson (12/21/22)

Is it really so much, on a slow Winter Solstice,

To let mountains tip caps to the sway of my breasts

The banter and laughter, the dance of the trees,

Surrounding my bareness with fullness of ease

‘Tis a tit bit quite nipply, but such energy

Should never be lacking in sweet harmony

My soles to the soul of the beat of the Earth

Lilt in fairy endeavors whilst away from my hearth

Dried beans for protection, carved beech for your wishes,

Daffodil on the heart for good luck or some kisses

The patter of rain, to SPLASH! in the puddles

The longest of days for the longest of cuddles

The sound of the ocean, the crash of the waves

The idea of Nature as Lover I crave…

The wildness of raw, the thrill of serene

And worries unharness as in meadows I dream

Swirling and smiling as light hits my face

A blanket of moss underfoot leads to grace

The forest grows still, and the rivers still trickle

As the Masculine One comes to give me a giggle

Roses flush cheeky as peck turns to blush

Both fertile in passion by abundance of trust

The Feminine teases while labor ensues

While the Masculine banters and fishes in pools

He’ll catch her a dinner, either one to prepare

For sustenance waiting will soon nourish the pair

He winks at her slowly, a smile in his eyes

As a he smokes an old pipe and puts fishes on fly

She’ll weave him a basket of reeds for his catch

And together, they’ll tarry and though opposite, match

She with her strengths, and he with his drive

Legs matching in stride, as in time, to their lives

And so on this Solstice, may both Natures Unite

An abundance of love and fulfillment: Delight!

Transmuting our pain through detachment, take steps,

Our lungs serve as filters, so TAKE A DEEP BREATH!

May both Masculine, Feminine be healed in this time

And discernment of Nature be deterrent of pride

So connect with each other, the Summer and Winter,

May the Seasons of Change lead to Seasons Delivered