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sitting on the bench
with my back to the Rockies
high above the Columbia
I close my eyes with BELIEF
to see the FESTIVAL of Yalda
celebrating the winter solstice
the victory of light over darkness
rebirth of the sun
arrival of winter
becoming free
cultivating nothing
beyond the RUMPLE of trees
eating dried figs and apricots
sipping tea
becoming drunk
celebrating the longest night of year
decorating trees with saffron
when another breath is a victory
and friends sit in silence
reading poetry
this poem for 3Word Wednsday
with our friend Carl..aka Carl Coyote.aka Abdullah Baba Sufi
in mind
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What a relaxing poem of contentment this is and like you I savour each of those victorious breaths.
That is rich and beautiful and intoxicating -- and EXACTLY what I needed to read right precisely now... thank you Wayne
...! ;)
It's good to remember that Christmas owes much to other festivals of the past, too.
oh i think you cultivated plenty here...smiles...havea great christmas wayne
Great poem
This space is beautiful. The words, the art work and the picture of your with your grand daughter.
I could see this all in your memories eye.thank you
these are beautiful, true lines -
"Victory of light over darkness
rebirth of the sun
arrival of winter
becoming free"
Greetings to you.Happy Writing. :)
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